In that valley, where eagles fly
Where the river cuts our path
Where flies buzz
And fish swim
We raft

We start in the morning
We end before dark
Through rapids and forests
And sometimes just floating
We raft

We start off the day
By packing our tents
And then we are ready
To head out again
We raft

We reach the new camp
We set up again
Maybe take a nap
In a chair by the bank
We rest

When all is quiet
And the night is done
We wait for tomorrow
Boy is this fun
We rest

In that valley where eagles fly
Where the river has cut our path
Where flies buzz
And fish swim
We raft

Written by Jacob Judd, age 13, after a summer ‘06 Middle Fork of the Salmon trip.

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