The Head of Jack Creek near Camp Sherman is one of the prettiest places in central Oregon. Heck, anywhere. So even though we’d heard that the spring-fed source of Jack Creek had survived the B & B Complex fire, it was worrisome to see so many burned trees as we walked up from a nearby campground.
The good news is that the Head of Jack Creek is essentially undamaged and continues to lift the spirit. I had thought about writing a political sort of post today, yet that notion evaporated after our walk this afternoon.
The Head of Jack Creek is one of those places that make you realize that notwithstanding hurricanes, wars, global warming, deficit spending, and all the other bad stuff that grabs our attention, there’s another level of reality where everything always has been, and always will be, just fine.
Every time I go there I start to think, “This is like a Japanese garden.” Then I remind myself, “No, a Japanese garden is like this.” Man can try to copy nature, but there’s nothing like the original.