We have grown weary of sitting indoors waiting for the plague to abate. It has been raining, and that means the rivers rise and one knows they must burst over their banks to find a place to spill all the water the skies have given them to hold. At Snoqualmie, the falls pour the eponymous river 268 feet straight down the remains of an ancient volcano to the valley where the Raging River soon adds its water, and together they flood the channel the Holocene and Rattlesnake Mountain Fault gave them to follow. We decided this afternoon to risk a moment outdoors to bathe our faces in the mist and listen to a sound other than the ticking of the clock.