We believe the beauty of the canyon begets beauty. If you visit, we invite you to indulge your senses. Write. Draw. Paint. Dance. Sing. Breathe.
"With A Telescopic Rod on Cowiche Creek"
Here my assurance drops away. I lose
all direction. Gray Lady
onto moving waters.
My thoughts
stir like ruffed grouse
in the clearing across the creek.
Suddenly, as at a signal, the birds
pass silently back into pine trees.
Raymond Carver
from Fires,
Published 1983
