And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
I was visiting a friend who worked in Yosemite park. It was November with a full moon hiding behind a low overcast Late at night we wandered down to a hole in the Merced River. For a year he'd been trying to catch Herman, a massive german brown trout.
Casts after cast yielded nothing. I said, Give me that thing, let me try. Two casts and nothing. My friend wanted the rod back. I said one more cast then you can. Just then the moon shined brightly through a hole in the clouds.
My third cast, an unmistakable tug. Herman jumped clear out of the water. Once, again, a third time. My friend yelped. I hooted. Herman spit the hook. Just as sudden, the moon disappeared behind the covers.
Then behind us we heard a rumble. We turned to see snow and sparks stream down the valley wall. As we watched, the sparks erupted into a fiery shower as the granite rocks bounced off each other, each collision creating a torrent of sparks. The tumble of rocks, the firefall, the cascading snow, the Sonic rumble made for a sight to behold. It lifted our spirits after the dejection of not landing Herman.
So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI was visiting a friend who worked in Yosemite park. It was November with a full moon hiding behind a low overcast Late at night we wandered down to a hole in the Merced River. For a year he'd been trying to catch Herman, a massive german brown trout.
ReplyDeleteCasts after cast yielded nothing. I said, Give me that thing, let me try. Two casts and nothing. My friend wanted the rod back. I said one more cast then you can. Just then the moon shined brightly through a hole in the clouds.
My third cast, an unmistakable tug. Herman jumped clear out of the water. Once, again, a third time. My friend yelped. I hooted. Herman spit the hook. Just as sudden, the moon disappeared behind the covers.
Then behind us we heard a rumble. We turned to see snow and sparks stream down the valley wall. As we watched, the sparks erupted into a fiery shower as the granite rocks bounced off each other, each collision creating a torrent of sparks. The tumble of rocks, the firefall, the cascading snow, the Sonic rumble made for a sight to behold. It lifted our spirits after the dejection of not landing Herman.