timberspruce

Updated: May 29, 2025

I was coming up a stream you'd call it a river in California uncharted and unnamed. It was a noble valley, now shut in by high canyon walls, and again opening out into beautiful stretches, wide and long, with pasture shoulder-high in the bottoms, meadows dotted with flowers, and with clumps of timberspruce virgin and magnificent.

Jack London - The Night-Born