Caption: Clark Fork River, Missoula MT, Credit: Cheryl-Anne Millsap
Image by: Cheryl-Anne Millsap 
Clark Fork River, Missoula MT 

Winter: Where the Wild Rivers Run ~ Cheryl-Anne Millsap

From: Spokane Public Radio
Length: 00:04:00

We crossed the Clark Fork River on our way out of Missoula, Montana. The sun was just coming up and the sky along the horizon was fading, changing from a deep indigo to violet to plum. The river, already awake, already on the move, snaked quietly between snowy banks following the curves it cut centuries before. Read the full description.
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It seems a shame to drive right over or alongside a river without slowing down for a closer look, to be so blind to the beauty. Because a river is a wild and wonderful thing.
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Transcript

Special to The Spokesman-Review Pinch
By Cheryl-Anne Millsap

Waking early in the February morning, it took a minute to get my bearings in the dark Missoula hotel room before I dressed for the day’s drive. We were crossing a swath of the wide Flathead Valley in Northwest Montana and I wanted to take advantage of the wintery sunlight. The days are short in the Northwest this time of year with precious little sunlight between the dark of morning and dark of night.

Stopping to pick up a pastry and a cup of coffee, we crossed the Clark Fork River on our way out of town. The sun was just coming up and the sky along the horizon was fading, changing from a deep indigo to violet to plum.

The river, already awake, already on the move, snaked quietly between snowy banks following the curves it had already cut, centuries before. It seems a shame to drive right over or alongside a river without...
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