Strawberry River, Utah

Sometimes we just need a peaceful scene. Here is a quote from the following book:

Chambers, Aidan. 2010. This is all: the pillow book of Cordelia Kenn. https://www.overdrive.com/search?q=B04B4A50-8FE6-4E15-86CF-6672E6A860B6.

I thought how lovely and how strange a river is. A river is a river, always there, and yet the water flowing through it is never the same water and is never still. It’s always changing and is always on the move. And over time the river itself changes too. It widens and deepens as it rubs and scours, gnaws and kneads, eats and bores its way through the land. Even the greatest rivers- the Nile and the Ganges, the Yangtze and he Mississippi, the Amazon and the great grey-green greasy Limpopo all set about with fever trees-must have been no more than trickles and flickering streams before they grew into mighty rivers.

The Strawberry River runs into the Duchesne River and then into the Green River which eventually joins the Colorado River and mostly dries up before it reaches the Gulf of California or the Sea of Cortez depending on which side of the border you happen to live on. It is interesting to think about the fact that the water in this placid stream will end up growing the vegetables from the California Imperial Valley by way of the All-American Canal.