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, burbles, and whispers inches away: rarely is it 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 after making the choice to follow this river only to see where it goes.