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257 pages, Hardcover
First published August 24, 2021
"He could hear the river through the open windows, intermittent, almost like breathing. And it was his favorite kind of stream, a mountain creek, really, coursing through a rockfall, pushing gravel bars up into the insides of the bends, sifting through blowdown. The best kind of water in the world to walk and wade and cast as you went. And it flowed through the sweetest cut. The canyon brimmed with pines and spruce and scattered aspen, and broken sandstone up high, and there was nothing above the bands of rimrock but higher mountains, the Beckwiths and Raggeds."
"All his life, when things had gotten really tough, or confusing, or almost too beautiful to bear, Jak had gone fishing. He fished through every joy and heartbreak. . . . . He had learned that it was much less a distraction than a form of connection: of connecting to the best part of himself, and to a discipline that demanded he stay open to every sense, to the nuances of the season and to the instrument of his own body, his own agility or fatigue. Above all it asked him to commit the whole of his attention, which he decided is the only way he truly knew how to love anything."