This is my Summer Home.
For 27 years, my family has spent many summer days down river
at Dillon Creek in the Siskiyou Willderness.
A riparian, spring fed creek (the size of a little river), Dillon empties at the Klamath.
The Klamath meets the Salmon river on down the line, and then to the Pacific Ocean.
From the very beginning, Dillon cast its spell on me.
It is certainly enchanted.
The indigenous people say this confluence place is the center of the universe.
I believe it.
Other than Wilsonia, no other wilderness has the power to bring me home to myself.
(it must be the water)
(or the trees)
(or the rocks)
(or the air)
(or the sky)
(or the sun)
Perhaps it is all the shared memories, but even when I am there alone, solitary, the medicinal effect is as reliable and instantaneous as a quick injection of B vitamins.
I’ll let the photos do the talking.
(no editing or photo shop effects–this is the real deal)
(I see a woodland fairy under that fern, don’t you?)
(look carefully, there is a wood nymph about)
(yes the water really is that color)
(ok, I’ll be quiet now)
Happy Summer Solstice Greetings to All!
Vox Anima, SDM