He walks among the mountains and rivers, shaping his life around play, it is in Idaho he stays. All the secret spots are locked up in his head, like a guide book that outdoor wanderers should have read.
Year after year, the stashes build up. `Tis an artist at work.
To be around when his lead paints this picture, can be as holy as words from the scripture.
But it is not of Rowdy's soul-induced secret spots that this tail is told. It is of his trusty-rock-sniffing dog Annie where the poetry unfolds. For at every river put-in or playspot found, peak traversed or Avalanche sound, where Rowdy makes his way, so too goes this rock-sniffing pooch.
It is not of the …
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