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Remember that stream by your grandfather's place that you loved so much? How as a young teenager you loved to follow it up the narrow valley until it was just a moist spot on the mountain slope...in the fall you loved to follow it up to that stand of maples with their bright yellow leaves...you pretended you were in a circus tent...and in winter you loved to walk the ice, stomp on it trying to break through...and follow all those neat animal tracks in the snow; turkey, bobcat, squirrel, fox and such...and in the spring how you and Gaynelle would walk the stream and pick wildflowers; spring beauties, trout lilies, trillium and such...and how the two of you would sit on that flat stone by the waterfall, where you had your first kiss and intimate touch...and in summer you loved to skinny-dip in the splash pool of the fall.

 

Ever want to go back and cherish those happy days of your youth?

 

Well...forget it...all those memories plus the stream are now buried under 400 feet of overburden.

 

So, stay home and make toast.

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Uploaded on January 19, 2013
Taken on January 18, 2013