In the South Willamette Valley, where the Coast Range folds into the broad floor of the Willamette Basin and oak-dotted prairies once stretched as far as the eye could see, fire has always been more than an element.

The Willamette delivers an endless cycle of unexpected encounters with nature. Beaver slides line the muddy banks. Tracks of raccoon, coyote, fox, and even the occasional bobcat tell the story of nightly visitors. It’s all right here in our backyards, if we only slow down enough to notice.

It is no surprise that some of the most beautiful, unique looking trout in the state are tucked away where no one can find them.