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As The River Runs

I haven't been in years.

But when one of Nature's most amazing events takes place in so nearby I couldn't miss it.





It's the dominant year at the Adams River Salmon Run in Chase, BC and what a spectacular sight it was.

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Adams River Salmon Run image of river bed and Autumn trees


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Jen @ Rural

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Marilyn @ MountainTopSpice said…
How exciting to get to see the Salmon Run! The colors were glorious and I could feel the excitement on the faces of those who are gathered at the river! So glad you got to go and share it so we could enjoy it too!
October 20, 2018 at 6:56 PM
RURAL said…
It was one of those amazing trips that you don't regret...even with the fog, it was sooo beautiful Marilyn.

Jen
October 24, 2018 at 7:54 AM
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