Guided by an early edition of Outside Magazine (1981, might have been named Mariah then?), we (Peter, Eileen and Diane) searched the Tamworth area of the White Mountains for a peaceful pothole in which to swim*, but found only rain swollen, turbulent streams. Okay, I did jump in, but I shouldnít have.
Here, Eileen kicks back.
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*In deference to Adam.