In between two great mountains, there is a small cleft of green. From high peaks where snow drifts melt at the coming of spring, cold water flows down into the open spaces below, down to where the Beavers play and the lilies of the valley grow. The grass sprouts up lush and green in meadows next to swift flow streams. Pools where dams are built of fallen trees give the ducks and otters a place to play. Deer graze on the new green stems of tender greenery as they lazily wile the day away. All of this surrounded by majestic mountains that stand as ancient sentinels that hide the beauty in a secret valley that seems another world away.