By Sean Cruz
From a bluff overlooking Celilo Village, I watched this lone barge slowly pass by the place where Celilo Falls lies buried under 60 feet of water.
A lone eagle appeared, hovering over the barge, perhaps remembering how good the fishing once was, before the dam at The Dalles was built….
And we both gave the barge The Stink Eye, the eagle and I, thinking that someday there will be The Last Barge, and it will look like this….
And then there were two:
And then the two eagles moved, flew in my direction, and then there were three then four, circling directly overhead, then there were seven, seven eagles, whirling directly above me….
The Last Barge fades off into the distance, on its unwelcome way….
The eagles and I remain….
The Friends of Celilo Falls is forming….