Don't believe it altogether when someone tells you that you can't go home again. I did... and it felt very good. The Feather River near where I lived when I was a teenager was a good place to begin to roam and dream of far away places. I taught for ten years in the high school a couple of miles from where I took these pictures... and then I did go out to see what things were really like in the big, outside world... and never really came back... except to visit.