The spring creeks are blown out for the most part; still there are we sadists who prefer the quell of a serene stream side and the sublet breeze over new sprouts of creek grass. Sometimes these waters provide us a place to unwind the mind and remember a rhythm that seems as old as the.. read more →

The original plan for today was to write about my first trip down The Smith River. I would have gotten off the river last night after a five-day stint working a gear boat for Lewis and Clark Expeditions on an outfitted trip. Unfortunately, camping on that river got closed on the 4th of July due.. read more →

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