During the course of my daily walks along the Bitterroot River, I have become accustomed, or better said comfortable, with the placement of every tree and stone. There is a sense of permanence from them, and now a beaver has gnawed away at this view. Every night for the past several weeks, it comes to the banks and topples 3-4 trees and drags away the limbs…he is really as busy as a beaver. The landscape to quickly transforming to a more open canopy.

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