I fell in love with rivers by accident. I was an urban kid who wanted to be kind to the planet, so I figured environmental engineering would suit me. But, in 1974, setting out from Dallas, Texas, and headed for adulthood, I ditched my science-heavy scholarship to the University of Santa Clara and serendipitously detoured to Prescott College. The college’s month-long freshman orientation ice-breaker – a thirty day river adventure through the heart of the canyon lands – introduced me to the sublime slick rock of Utah and the timelessness of rivers in general. I had never cared for the burden of time we all carry with us in ‘polite’ society, so the absence of time on a river trip was liberating. Over the decades I have sampled free-flowing rivers in every corner of the planet noting the same pricelessness in every backwash, turbulence, cascade or still water reach. But no matter how far I travel, my heart always wants to return to my river origins beneath the red rock walls and horseshoe bends of southeastern Utah.
Two Score and Four Years of Rivers
James Lynne Moore, Jr. | Green and Colorado River - Labryrinth, Stillwater and Cataract