Nehalem River

"Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood 

within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer."

Radhanath Swami

Nehalem River

We had never heard of Clatsop State Forest. But our wish was honored for this beautiful wilderness area provided welcomed reprieve from the smoke of the countless fires within the state. We later learned, this northwest corner of Oregon is very historical as it was the terminus of the continental Lewis and Clark expedition two centuries ago. 

Established in 1947, Henry Rierson Spruce Run Campground is one of the oldest established campgrounds in Clatsop County, Oregon. Located on the Lower Nehalem River, with Spruce Run Creek winding it's way through the camping area, it was a stunning backdrop for a reunion of friends. 

All our grassy campsites provided some filtered shade and were choice waterfront locations. A short walk to the river's edge offered us some nice rifts to float a fly or a serene deep pool for "water boy and girl" to take a brisk dip (Patrick and Imkelina). Camp life was pretty blissful and relaxing. Abundant quality time to catch up, reflect our blessed offerings and solve the trials of the world. 

Spruce Run Creek Trail

Lost Lake 

The trailhead for the Spruce Run Creek Trail is located right at the campground, teasing all of us to attempt this difficult two-mile climb over the Coast Range ridges. We did take a "snapshot" of this heavily wooded trail, before deciding we prefer the sanctuary of the river and a cool drink. Sydney and Kiah were disappointed as the trail scents and sights were way too alluring to turn back. Imkelina, Cheryl and Melinda did find the time though to hike around Lost Lake, a 14-acre natural forest lake. Thank you Patrick for your enduring and devoted efforts toward the discovery of this natural jewel...it was perfect.

Thick healthy forest canopies, a steelhead rich river and a canyon skyway for mighty eagles to soar...a perfect tripod to create a snapshot of my thoughts. I imagined a drop of water flowing steadily along the upper part of the river, tumbling over hidden rocks, swirling through the soft rapids and riding the current downstream. I thought, a true metaphor of my life. I am like a drop of water in this river. Life has moved me along, occasionally banging me against some hard, sharp rocks, tumbling me over an unknown edge and offering deep, blind fall, but that is not the end. I swirl around awhile, once again gain momentum and pick up the current once more, continuing on my life journey.

As we gathered for our last fire, we pondered what new talking points we would have during our next rendezvous. It seems our world is at the will of who has the largest ego and alienation is the trend. Times are frail indeed and there may be a high cost for those of us seeking only peace, compassion and understanding. Sydney and Kiah just don't see why swim time had to end. Until then, we head west to the coast and the Pacific Ocean. 

At Waypoint 45.811876, -123.61111