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Personal Narrative: The Salmon River In Idaho
Some girls are as wild as rivers, and I am one of those girls. The Salmon River in Idaho is probably about as magical as any other river, but as far as I'm concerned it's the elixir of life, or the fountain of youth, or maybe some fantastical combination of the two. For almost 16 years of my life I had never been on a river other than on the edges of the Columbia or the various streams I would come across while hiking. In August of 2015, I embarked on a YMCA girls outdoor leadership camp where we spent a week on the river. All the things we would need would be in the rafts; we had no phones and no civilization for five days. It was wonderful. However, it wasn't until I did the trip again this year that I realized my true love for the river.
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