The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.
I liked those cliffs because it looked like a bottle of ink was spilled out on them.
A calm, peaceful location! (That was not the case for the whole river, which was quick moving at parts due to lots of rain recently.)
The mist hanging out on Saturday morning was amazing.
Hey there, turtle, I shall call you … Doug.
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