Spring has come early to the North St Vrain this year. The ice has melted, leaving a trickle bubbling down the stream. Large piles of rocks washed up in last year's enormous runoff line every twist of its course.
The water is incredibly clear at the moment - sliding by the rocks with hardly a ripple. No sign of green in the grasses on the banks. A possible yellow tinge can be seen in the willows if you know what to look for. But on my one secret south facing bank, more than a dozen pasque flowers tilted their blossoms toward the sun.
The water is incredibly clear at the moment - sliding by the rocks with hardly a ripple. No sign of green in the grasses on the banks. A possible yellow tinge can be seen in the willows if you know what to look for. But on my one secret south facing bank, more than a dozen pasque flowers tilted their blossoms toward the sun.
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