It has been seven months, almost to the day, since I took my last swim at The Big Eddy, a swirling opening between flights of rapids on the Spokane River west of town. From June to October it has been my near-daily swimming spot on the river for the past 15 years or so. (That’s me, below, from a photo my son took moments before a June plunge a decade ag…
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