“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters,” — Norman Maclean, from A River Runs Through It and Other Stories.

Even in Montana, as we struggle with cultural and political polarization, a strong majority of us remain galvanized by at least one transcendent ideal.

We are haunted by waters.

In today’s shrinking world, we view our pristine rivers as putting the “treasure” in Treasure State. Our clear, cool, clean, mystical streams are more precious than gold.

And so, Democrat or Republican, old or young, Native or newbie — we coalesce around p

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