Our Sunday walk by the North Santiam River.
We are never far from the lilt and swirl of
living water. Whether to fish or swim or paddle, or only to stand and
gaze, to glance as we cross a bridge, all of us are drawn to rivers, all
of us happily submit to their spell. We need their familiar mystery.
We need their fluent lives interflowing with our own. — (John Daniel, Oregon Rivers)