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Even horses say, “Save the Metolius from destination resorts”
It was a quiet day on the Metolius River in central Oregon yesterday. Well, all the days are. Cell phone reception is blessedly non-existent. The Bend Bulletin was way late in being delivered to the Camp Sherman store, so I biked two miles from our cabin for nothing. Which was just fine with me. "Nothing" on the Metolius is far, far better than the everything that clutters the mind and heart out in the unnatural world. We biked down to the end of the road in the afternoon. I stood for quite a while tuning into this horse standing in…
