I visit my Wallowa River regularly. Love that river. I call it mine because my greatgrandfather owned a stretch of it (the stretch I fished in as a short little redheaded girl and still do now that I am...a short little redheaded whatever). The river channel is wanting to head west again instead of hug Woods Hill (also known as Evans Hill on the BLM map). That means trekking through swamp to get to the main channel. I don't mind. I'm alone. I have my fishing pole and my little shovel with me. Who cares if I smell like swamp.