July 15-"After a mile or so of this memorable cliff work I approached Yosemite Creek, admiring its easy, graceful, confident gestures as it comes bravely forward in its narrow channel, singing the last of its mountain songs on its way to its fate-a few rods move over the shining granite, then down half a mile in showy foam to another world, to be lost in the Merced, where climate, vegetation, inhabitants, all are different. Emerging from its last gorge, it glides in wide lace-like rapids down a smooth incline into a pool where it seems to rest and compose its gray, agitated waters before taking the grand plunge, then slowly slipping over the lip of the pool basin, it desends another glossy slope with rapidly accelerated speed to the brink of the tremendous cliff, and with sublime, fateful confidence springs out free in teh air."
My friends and I have been camping at the Frio River for the last five years mostly during the summer time. One of the perks of spending time there is the tubing part, we drive about 10 miles up the river from our campsite and float the river till we enter out campsite which is our last stop of the ride. Along the ride not only are your spending great time with friends and relaxing...nature is all around you. Its green everywhere with so many different types of trees and birds, at times we all just stay quiet and enjoy the sounds all around us. At some places along the ride you come up to beautiful little creek waterfalls in some locations and it really quite mesmerizing, this passage reminds me of my summer trips and I look forward to them every year.
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