When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
This was a relatively easy hike that takes you along the canyon edge, then down by the river. There were a few spots where you were on thin trails with loose rock and a drop-off, so be wary if you bring a dog or small children. We saw several fishermen along the river, but the trail wasn’t very busy otherwise.
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