The ‘brook’ is down, exposing a boulder here and there, the shoreline is gradually exposed as the water level drops…but, in the shade, the shaded spot offers a respite from the heat, a soothing sound and usually an upstream breeze to cool the sweat on the brow.
East Fork of the Lewis River near Yacolt, Washington. A little vignette, away from the main channel.
“Our lives can be compared to beautiful streams, which are destined to flow, grow in majesty to create wonderful features such as cascading waterfalls, and give nourishment and life to those in its path.” Inshan Meahjohn
an old forest trail got steeper and steeper. The sound of rushing water could be heard off to the side. I decided to venture off the trail, on a probable game trail, toward the sound of water. The wet forest was inviting, the steep trail not so much. A short distance in, I came across the tumbling stream heading for the Columbia River…not another person in sight.
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