Wednesday, October 06, 2010

climb the mountains and get their good tidings

word walking around camp, driving through the oregonian countryside, meeting jerry - who's devoted his life to loving and protecting this place ("thanks for visiting my river," he said, as we left), climbing over boulders and stomping through a virgin river, sitting in the middle of a creek and singing at the top of my lungs, leaves falling from on high and being caught on twirling drifts of breeze, water rushing downstream, skipping stones with don, learning people's stories, jon stewart and terry gross dissecting his whip-smart humor/cultural commentary, singing around a campfire, voices drifting through the pitch-black woods, and an entire day full of playing.

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