Thomas Doty – Storyteller


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Floating Toward Spring

Between winter and spring, hiking across the mesa of Lower Table Rock, a flood of fog presses the Rogue Valley out of sight.

Under a simmering sun, steaming waves of fog lap the island flanks of floating mountains ... Grizzly Peak, Baldy, Mount McLoughlin. Fog muffles the urban noise, and looking out from the eastern edge of the rock, I see nothing man-made.

Takelmas climbed this rock to dance the coming spring alive, to look out from the center of their world to the snow-clad mountains floating in fog, floating in sunshine, floating toward spring.

Days like this, the view remains unchanged.