Mountains of concrete block their way. No passage, no quarter, firm isolation.
The wild redband rainbows of Eastern Washington are steelhead of the landlocked variety. I can feel it in every ounce of their power when we tussle for time to time.
So I dream about what could have been with adequate fish passage. I have a feeling it could have been amazing.
Nothing's perfect. It's a dream of a problem that has no good solution. We've done a great job at screwing up perfection but who knows what the next 50 years brings.
It could be great.
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