Where the River Begins

I thought this was such a cool picture to share. Libby was hiking in Aspen, when a friend found an iPhone on the trail. That explains the surprise on her face. But the really cool thing in the photo is the snow! You can clearly see it melting into a small creek. I wonder what river this flows into eventually. It's hard to imagine that big rivers sometimes begin as little trickles.

So, what drives a music student to climb a mountain to find where the river begins? Good books ;). Some of our favorites include Locker's Where the River Begins (of course!), River Wild by Nancy Castaldo, and classics like On The Banks of Plum Creek, Minn of the Mississippi, and Paddle-to-the-Sea.

Having read these as a young student, who could pass up an opportunity to seek the beginning of the river? So, she convinced her friends to climb a mountain, following the local stream until it became smaller and smaller. Finally they found the source of the cold, rushing water.

And they returned the iPhone to a very grateful owner!