Sometimes, I think that the Whitman community takes our access to water for granted. We live in a desert. Walla Walla is not meant to have green grass and luscious rivers flowing through it, but our campus serves as an oasis full of greenery and sparkling brooks. I meandered by the Admissions building this fine morning in search of signs of spring- mating (raping) ducks, flowers, growth and sprouts of fresh grass, but decided instead to spend some time listening to the babbles of the waterfalls.
