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>At the other end of the dynamic scale, in '72 my wife and I, courtesy of a=
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>American Forester, Clark Gleason, stopped at a visitor information station
>at an entrance on the eastern side of (I think) Yosemite NP. Location is
>not important anyway. There was a tiny pond covered with a thin sheet of
>ice which was melting with the morning warmth. It made a heavenly sound.
>Very soft, very beautiful. Wished I had a recorder with me. Not much
>opportunity for listening to ice in the subtropics.
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>Syd Curtis (Brisbane, Australia)
Syd,
Well, ya could always stick ya head in ya esky, mate, next time ya
gettin out a coldie.
But seriously, are there a few descriptive words you could suggest
which give some idea of how this sounded? You've aroused my
curiousity.
John Campbell
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