A Moment on the Metolius

The headwaters of the Metolius River emerge from underground at the base of Black Butte, as cool and as soft as can be––not even hinting at the white caps that will roil on the surface just a few miles downstream.

Metolius River and Mt. Jefferson

We are lucky enough to live in a region infused with the beauty and power of the natural world.

Just about 15 miles west of the town of Sisters, the Metolius meanders through the unincorporated burg of Camp Sherman (pop. 233). You have to get off the beaten path to discover this sweet place.

You can hike or bike the many trails in this area or try your hand at fly-fishing. (Kokanee salmon are wily in these waters and must be released after your conquest.) Today, though, I explored the banks of the river with Pip, my Golden-on-the-Go.

Pippin, the Golden-on-the-Go
Pippin, the Golden-on-the-Go

The sun had shown itself for the first time in a long time–too long a time in my opinion, and I had just finished a meeting with the good folks at Lake Creek Lodge.

I had earned a mid-day jaunt, by golly, and so had Pip, who had accompanied me for several hours as I drove from sales call to sales call.

I parked the car at the Camp Sherman Store and we headed across the road to the river trail. An easy two-mile walk-and-sniff spree lay ahead of us, to the Allingham Bridge and back. We are lucky enough to live in a region infused with the beauty and power of the natural world.

This walk was a glorious opportunity in the midst of the work-a-day world, at least when I had the good sense to get out of my head and into the place I was standing.

Gravity has a way of intervening from time to time..demanding my attention.

The Buddhists talk about inhabiting the moment.

I spend most of life’s moments out of my body and inside my head: worrying, planning, remembering, looping, looping, looping. My feet appear to be on the ground, but my head is always in the clouds. Gravity has a way of intervening from time to time, however, demanding my attention.

This is about the time Pip decided to jump into the river without calculating his way back out. The Metolious can be swift, and though Pip wasn’t in real danger, the sight of my sweet little lad struggling up the bank got me instantly into the moment.

It also got me wet. I pulled him up the steep bank by his armpits, and while he shook the water off his coat, head to tail, I shrugged off the mundane concerns of my day and planted my feet firmly on the ground.

Pip was safe and happy and dashing off to his next adventure, and I was reminded to look up and appreciate all that was around me. In this case: The Metolius flowing beside me, the blue sky above, and an hour of time to wander away.

Small homes border the section of the river, and I always feel a longing to own one of them––to be one of those lucky few who wake up every morning to the sound of the river. Maybe that would put me in the singular, beautiful moment of the day.

In the meantime, I’ve got a madcap outdoor dog to help me get there.

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