We were backpacking on a college break, back in Colorado. It'd been a few days of hard hiking in the back country, and we were beginning to get ripe. Sweat on dried sweat, and oily hair. When the girls found a waterfall, it became their shower. It was hardly more than a trickle. The water was freezing, having been snow a day or so before, but it felt wonderful. Layer and layer of dirt and grim washed away, leaving us renewed in our own private wilderness.
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