The Rest

 

photo: Dale Rogerson

The wagons had crossed the wide dusty prairie; and it had been a hard crossing as they made the pass, flanked by forlorn craggy peaks. There now below them was the valley filled with promise.

The descent into the canyon was far more gentle than they had expected. The party soon rested, dry and parched, next to the gurgling steam which flowed with a fluid more precious than gold. The cold crystal water relieved their thirst, and restored their spirits. Soon they would be in the promised land of Oregon.

(90 words)

Padre

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Dual Prompt Challenge:

Fandango – “Fluid”

Friday Fictioneer’s – Photo prompt above