Thinking about the sound of running water brings back vivid memories of countless wilderness excursions I've taken in the mountains of Southern California, the Sierra Nevada and Cascades, the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and New Mexico, and the Adirondacks of Upstate New York.
After hours of hiking on difficult terrain, nothing soothes body and soul like the gurgling sound of a mountain stream. I can still taste the water. Cold, crisp and refreshing. The freeze dried food I'd eat always tasted better.
I miss those places. They are far away now. Time for discovery in my new back yard.
Thank you Chrissy for posting this.
