White river but !

by Kazu

They were so beautiful flowers blooming beside the trail. I thought they were emitting purple light in the shade of leaves of other plants.

The trail from the peak of Mt. Bieidake to the entrance of the trail was like a white river bed. We had to jump from the rock to  rock and go through the rocks so hardly.

Soon we encountered the real white river. We had to go across the river. The water flow was so comfortable when I put my hand in the water. But in Hokkaido, we never drink such water.