Swiftcurrent Creek River rafting in winter thaw

“Okay!“ Juniper chirped eagerly.

Her eyes scanned the water’s edge as her bookish mind analyzed the situation, the terrain, and estimated the weight of the sticks she would be permitted to carry.

You can help to if ya want or you can watch, her father’s deep voice called out.

Juniper looked over her shoulder and spied @Campaign’s pointed ears sticking out of the brush.

She turned and wagged her tail, hoping he was here to help.