During last December's adventure I picked up a copy of Evangeline Atwood's We Shall Be Remembered, which tells the story of the Matanuska Colony. One of the appendices has a poem I've come to love. Here's Don Irwin's ode to the laughing river in the beautiful vale, surrounded by a few rocks I collected from its banks back in August.
(Incidentally, this is also an excellent time to remind you of this marvelous documentary and its companion DVD set. I have both, and highly recommend them.)
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