This morning, I showed an image of the mouth of Asotin Creek, where the Moray Eels used to spawn in the Snake River grasslands, in the far west of Washington, before the Columbia was dammed. Today I hiked for four hours through the ancient village site across the river. It was 100 degrees Fahrenheit. It was glorious. Then I went to Asotin and looked across the river to see what I could see. I suggest you click on the image below, and maybe you can see it to, in this land that takes a set number of forms, based on its geology. It’s an eel! And it forms the rim and legs of a turtle. Or a sloth. Let’s go with turtle. Note how it takes the same shape as Asotin Creek’s tiny bar. That’s the way of it. Are these things really there? By Western measurement, no. By observation, yes. Once you’ve seen it, you will always know where you are. Your map will be a series of stories. Not only that, but it will feed you, because in this landscape a form like this tells you to look behind you. There you will find water, flowing in a particular way. The glacial floods have left their tracks. They have left emptiness, but it is in their shape, and the sky fills it, like a sacrificial bowl. This place is so beautiful and pure!