the rez

I have fond memories of biking on the reservation where I delivered newspapers to the people that lived there. At that time, around 1959-60, the bridge was wooden. One winter several pilings broke. The bridge was replaced by a Bailey bridge, which in turn was replaced by the concrete bridge. The houses have been replaced and the long house was built since then. Every autumn and spring this area flooded. I biked through the water that streamed across the road. I stood on the bridge from where I watched the swiftly flowing water and the salmon. This place made an impression on me. I return to it regularly if not weekly. Today I rode my bike again through the reservation.