Elkhorn Creek should be listed in the local yellow pages as a therapy center, not so much a hospital for treating the injured but as a place where the spirit may be nurtured, healed, and reconfirmed. Ask the scores of fisherfolk, kayakers, and baskers who bring lawn chairs to its cobbled banks. Pushing off into the current for kayakers becomes a reunion with the eternal, a way to leave the daily concerns that occupy most of our waking hours and submit to a greater force, a physical challenge that draws us closer to our hereditary roots in our efforts to make nature serve our will. Elkhorn remains a place where human signs are few and trees still outnumber people, a place where we recognize something bigger than self, to reenter the world of our ancestors and our ancestors’ ancestors.
