Low in the mountain valley, the river slowly winds its way through the pass, gradually cutting its own trail. In this section of the river, there seemed a comical amount of cutbacks and directional changes of the water’s passage. I have never seen anything of the sort. So plentiful were the curves and turns, it seemed...
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