Choose a mode of transportation and join us as we explore the lower stretches of the Palouse River in Washington. Be it via paddle-powered kayaks or motor-driven Zodiacs, the peaceful wildness awaits. Ahead parent Canada geese herd their tiny goslings, each fuzzy family of different size. Overhead three red-tailed hawks dispute their territorial boundaries while from the cliff nearby the descending trill of a canyon wren echoes.
Repeatedly molten magma poured across the earth's surface, oozing from fractured crust. Cooling created patterns; fence-like palisades, brick-like entablatures or multi-sized blocks. A tiny trickle of water in an ancestral stream slowly peeled away a peep hole into this hidden gallery. But who was here to see? Catastrophic floods followed, bearing volumes more than contained in all the rivers of the world today. Giant portions of solid rock were plucked away. The door was opened wide for our river to follow the path we saw today. Beckoning the curious, a placid pathway leads forward through canyons that tell the story of times long ago and house the verdant life of today.
