Our river is Three Rivers. It's hardly more than a small creek by late summer, but in winter it's a torrent. When it floods the river roils through this meadow with current strong enough and water deep enough to wash a person away. Easily. It deposits tree parts, lumber, light bulbs, No Trespassing signs - and sand. Lots and lots of sand. (The last two years Gordon has taken his tractor down and hauled some of this sand up to our vegetable garden. It grows the best carrots and beets!)
Three Rivers is named for the creeks that unite to form it: Cedar Creek, Alder Creek and one other (I'll check that) - or maybe the third river is Three Rivers itself.
The alders Ted and I planted are ones I dug at Nestucca High School where Gordon teaches. When the district built a new high school building three years ago, large terraces were created behind the building. Without money for landscaping, the terraces behind the Field House (wrestling and other sports) filled with tiny alder seedlings. I dug a few and put them in pots here at home. You never know when you'll need an alder tree.
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