Each day we’ve been home I think of our Salmon River swim. For some reason those moments are really sticking with me. There is an energy in that river that is nurturing and free. The swim was unplanned, but …

We stopped at an unmarked pull off from the highway in Idaho to have lunch by the river. I was standing in the water cooling down my toes (a regular occurrence) when I got the strong urge to go in. It was to be a long day of driving and H hesitated a bit but I said “no, I HAVE to go in!” Come on, let’s do it! And we did. And it was glorious. I don’t have photos, but imagine swimming in this river whose flow is unregulated by humans, the only river in the lower 48 states that is undammed. She was singing and dancing and moving freely toward the ocean via the Snake and then the Columbia Rivers. Her origin is the snows in the Sawtooth and Salmon River Mountains in the south and the Clearwater and Bitterroot Mountains in the north. It’s a pretty interesting journey (see map) How refreshing that these waters get to flow just as Mother Earth intended. And I think that free dancing flow has stayed with me. Grateful!