We leaned against the silent cedar trees. Listened to the old hawk call in the air over our heads. We ate huckleberries from a gigantic plant which I'm sure was the one from which we gathered berries as children. Then Clytie and I hiked down the side of the canyon to Huckleberry Bridge and the old mud flats. The mud flats are gone now, but Huckleberry Bridge still spans the stream.
As you see, there was magic in the air as the sun caught another world in the reflections beneath Huckleberry Bridge. If I looked closer I am sure I would have heard the shouts of children playing--peals of laughter from long ago.
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