Hurricane Creek
There is a reason it's not called "Hiss-icane Creek..."
.. and it's not because "She" comes doddering with a stick
… or brings candy-canes to the little children . . .
Once, on a long, hot fourth of July
.. many of us were trapped high in the alpine cirques
…. when Mother Nature boiled fiercely across Hurwal Divide.
Rare things live, way up there...
.. mountain goats high on the peaks, black swifts behind water falls,
…. limber pines, carcajou... sometimes even stranger scents in the breeze.
Deep in long cold winters
.. a wind boils from the mouth of that canyon
… enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck... or blow them away.
R.Anderson, Wallowa
