A river and a sunny afternoon never fails to put me at peace.
Some people are ocean people, some people are mountain people. But, if I had to choose a label for myself, I think it’d be river person, although oddly enough desert person is a very close runner-up. Rivers are significant in many of the tales I have to tell about who I am and how I came to be me. With lessons learned along the banks of Brush Creek, the Stanislaus, the Wilson , the Umatilla, the Willamette and Columbia Rivers (to name just a few) I can demonstrate no prejudice for size. Large low-gradient river or small seasonal creek, if there’s water, I’m content to watch the light, the life in the river, and idle away many an hour in contemplation.