He waved me over as if I were late to the party. I wasn’t even supposed to be here. Trail closures put me on a seldom trod path arriving at this creek on accident. Toes in the current, he motioned for me to join him—a hypnotic invitation I didn’t have a choice in. The cool water felt great on my weary feet. I never met a nymph before. I thought they were all female? Obviously that can’t be right…
Location: Crater Creek, Deschutes National Forrest, Oregon