There’s a patch of old growth forest up the hill beyond our house, a small remnant of the primeval forest that once existed across the Bitterroot. It’s a fun, mildly exerting late afternoon walk to go out the back door and up to the meadow, as we call it, and gaze through the trees westward to Nez Perce Pass, the Idaho border.
The creek you hear is our drinking water. The stream that Mr. Chu loves to take a dip in is the “A” ditch, an irrigation diversion off of Nelson Creek cut in in 1899. Can’t tell you what the bird making that call is.
