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.