Just below the surface of the water, we thought we saw a face. And then a whole body. Just laying there looking up at the sky as the water ran over the blueish features. But as we walked, shakily towards the stream, whoever it was disappeared. We went back to our campsite, packed our things, and went home.
—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Grand Hoohaa of The P.E.W.)