Fish Creek at the Clackamas Wild & Scenic River, Mt. Hood National Forest

My husband remembers exploring here as a boy.  My son will remember exploring here.  I wonder how many others will remember this place.  How it smelled in earliest fall.  How the sun seemed a bit low and eased soft golden rays through the dense trees.  How the creek gurgled in places and rushed in others.  I wonder if they will remember snacking on wood sorrel, making bows from long sticks, or chipping flat stones to make arrowheads.  I wonder if they will notice the perfection of colors found in the wild.  I wonder if they will see a great composition made up of tiny collections and feel the connections.  I wonder if they will feel the wonder as we do.
by mlekoshi