I could taste Autumn in the air.
Orange and yellow leaves glided tenderly to the surface of the Skagit (Ska-chit) river as we paddled upstream.
“Life is a beautiful dream”, said Entiat.
I turned and nodded back in acknowledgment of my Native American brother.
Entiat was an elder of my tribe although he wasn’t much older than me. He was a born leader though. The elders recognised this early on so he was fast tracked through the rites of passage that gift a man with ‘The Knowledge’ of our ancestors.
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