This time of year, the Twisp River seems more like a creek or small stream. A few months ago it was a different story as it flowed to the tops of its banks and filled side channels from its confluence with the Methow at Twisp to Road’s End. Now it’s a welcoming respite, reflecting the colors starting to turn to fall.
Some days the sun shines and the promise of spring is everywhere. Other days, like today, we wake up to snow and then rain, gray skies that do not help melt the heavy snow or dry up the mud. Wednesday was a day that featured the promise of spring with birds singing and outstanding views and water rushing down the road, creatiing rivulets and puddles and imitations of Lake Missoula flooding everything in its path.
Says Phoebe
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