37.128640, -91.485787: Camped like Bedouin on a gravel bar above Fish Trap Hole on Jack’s Fork in early spring 2010, Pleiades does its best to outshine a roaring blaze near the canoes as the creek soughs and burbles inches away, whispering ancient truths: it’s rarely about a destination or going to some place, but it takes finding a spot like this to remember why it was so important and so much energy and time was spent getting to choose to follow this river only to see where it goes.