A cool current caressed my feet, erasing the memory of several long, hot miles on the trail. Sunlight scattered among a thousand fluttering leaves, and a tiny sliver of new moon glowed softly in a blue wedge of sky overhead. Water skaters flitted nervously on the rippled surface of the pool, casting fleeting shadows on a trio of small fish feeding on the bottom. Even in the warm month of July, with the creek ebbing, Barker Valley could still be delightful.
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