I was about Rose's age when I heard some CBC radio announcer reading Longfellow's Nineteenth Century "inspirational" poem, and making fun.
Spoiler: he dies. I'm sure that Rose doesn't lie in bed in the early morning listening to CBC radio, but she probably heard the poem somewhere equally nerdy. It's a slice of life, yo.
|I saw this outfit at Mountain Equipment Co-op the other day. The hose is very practical for summiting.|