Everyone lives downstream from something. Rain has to fall at the top of a hill, and the remotest piece of the Pacific ocean carries the trace of humanity. That we seek to control water in places where we can control it is no sin. We are not alone in that respect. A few hundred feet downriver from this dam, beavers once heaved up a wooden fence. They moved on after a few years, but they left their mark.
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