WINNERS AND FOOLS
Thoughts on a Winter Float
People say rivers give them a sense of stability. When water measured in cubic feet per second flows unfailingly as the seconds tick by, there’s a feeling of constancy and endlessness.
But if it’s a wild, freestone river, fed by the sky and melting snow, making its own bed of least resistance over ancient mud and river rock, it’s the opposite of steady and dependable. The river is always in transition. With its fluctuating levels, annually altered routes, displaced trees, tumbling stones and management by those who think they own it, nothing is immutable. Everything changes. That’s the constant...
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