TALES OF OUR TRAVELS AND OUR LOVE OF ADVENTURE
Saturday, July 12, 2008
We drove up to Marble the first evening we were at Redstone, and found this little pond just west of town. There was absolutely no breeze, so the reflection of the mountains was perfect.
Don tried his hand at this pond, but no luck.
This is why the pond has its name; the gravesite is just west of it.
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