As she traveled to the spawning grounds in the in the upper reaches of the river to begin the next generation of trout, Sandra (pictured, center, underwater) felt like life had gotten a lot tougher since this mating drive thing had kicked in; in fact it seemed a lot like swimming upstream
Marina had always dreamed of a luxurious honeymoon in some foreign capital, maybe Rome or Copenhagen, but when she met Ben and agreed to marry, he somehow convinced her to do a backpacking honeymoon in the North Cascade mountains in Western Washington. While not a five star hotel, as she opened the rain flap on the mountain tent, she had to agree it was a room with a view. . . . . David, Sf.G.
