Day 348: Ohop Creek declines gently through pasture and land conservancy, chuckles at a bed of over-ambitious rocks which seek to impede its flow through a state park, whispers its life-filled song amid native plants and invasives alike, healthier now thanks to the intervention of a handful of humans who care for much of its reach. It remembers its origins, mindful of its history as salmon habitat, is grateful for the return of a few wild fish to its bed. And yet it does not know where it is going, does not know what lies around its next and last bend. There, it will be caught up in the dynamics of the ebullient Nisqually to be swept away and borne out to sea like a press-ganged sailor, thence to mingle with the sea until its freshness is lost and unrecognizable in the greater waters. Its destiny is written and unchangeable, and yet it is oblivious to it and its imminence as here, in this place and moment, it reflects on its past.
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