The confluence of the Snake and Palouse Rivers is a magical place. Time is deep here, and a story ancient as the hills is being told. With our eyes we can see floods of lava, now basaltic cliffs. We can see a cataclysmic flood of glacial meltwater, gouging a plunge pool and gorge into the earth. And if we listen closely, we can hear the life that chirps, whistles, howls, or remains silent in the reeds. On the Palouse River, one is certain to find a beautiful spirit.