The golden rays of the setting sun slicing through the horizon's clouds, fluorescing the grass with a golden hue. The blue waters; frigidly cold and mysteriously deep. Soaring down dirt roads in a convertible. Biking through meadows of flowers and sage. Lucid blue skies, lazy blue mountains, vivid green valleys. It's nice to be back in Idaho, especially in McCall. The heartland of Idaho has an almost magical existence. Like the legendary Forest of Arroy in the Arthurian legends: one who ventures there is sure to meet with adventures and wonderment.
The golden rays of the setting sun slicing through the horizon's clouds, fluorescing the grass with a golden hue. The blue waters; frigidly cold and mysteriously deep. Soaring down dirt roads in a convertible. Biking through meadows of flowers and sage. Lucid blue skies, lazy blue mountains, vivid green valleys. It's nice to be back in Idaho, especially in McCall. The heartland of Idaho has an almost magical existence. Like the legendary Forest of Arroy in the Arthurian legends: one who ventures there is sure to meet with adventures and wonderment.
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