Ancient Stories Written in the Rock
At the bottom of Skaha Lake, where the Okanagan River once collected itself in a series of oxbows and reefs before dropping over the falls (a series of steep rapids), the point at which it first caught the current was here, at this stone dog. (In the trade jargon of the North West, by the way, “Skaha” means “Dog.”) Look at him below, crouched and guarding the red fish as they come up the throat of the river from the desert lake to the south, and the desert river below that.
The whole journey of the fish passes through hundreds of monoliths and water lines like this one, each with a name and a story. In Washington and Oregon, many have been drowned by massive hydroelectric dams. Some remain, like this raven at Celilo Falls.
And the magical, shifting creatures carved by the wind out of the sandstone at Peshastin, which greeted…
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Sable Aradia, Priestess & Witch 