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Here in Bend, Oregon, hanging over the Deschutes River on the pier used for docking canoes and stand up paddle boards, I sat. The river was flowing slowly beneath my feet carrying odds and ends of floating debris from? … Who knows where?  … When it came by.

The thing was mostly underwater, and much larger than the fallen leaves.

What was it?

As it drifted past, beneath my feet, I could finally see clearly through the reflections on the water.

Yikes!

I shrank back in surprise — jumped to my feet and yelled,

“How could that fall? Into the water?”