This article was written by Ryann Savino ’13.
Driving along Wallowa Lake Highway, I wondered silently what the coming week would hold. To my right shone the choppy early morning surface of Wallowa Lake, its deep blue waters a sharp contrast to the rich green moraines along its shoreline. To my left sat Ben Hayes ’11, Whitman alum and current programs coordinator for Fishtrap, a nonprofit literary organization located in the small town of Enterprise, Oregon. Together we were on our way out to Wallowa Lake Camp, the location for Fishtrap’s annual summer writing workshop, and the reason I came to Wallowa County.
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My journey into the county began in the summer of 2011, when I participated in Whitman in the Wallowas, a Whitman environmental studies program developed in partnership with Wallowa Resources, one of the many nonprofits in the town of Enterprise. Although the diversity of the physical landscape struck me with a sense of wonder, what truly impacted me within this county was the sense of community that not only seemed to thrive among this rural area’s inhabitants, but that reached out to include visitors like myself. This warmth and welcome were what brought me back one year later. That, and the writing.
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From that first summer gathering in 1988, which featured faculty such as Ursula K. Le Guin, James Welch, Craig Lesley and Terry Tempest Williams, Fishtrap has grown and created a space for writers and thinkers truly passionate about the West and its literature to come together at the foot of Wallowa Lake for one week every summer.
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Listening to the gentle animated words of Luis Alberto Urrea, author of “The Hummingbird’s Daughter,” I shut my eyes. Leaning my head back to rest gently against my seat outside of the wooden Bailey Lodge, I couldn’t help but smile as my forehead and cheeks were warmed by the early rays of sun. This morning marked the conclusion of the week of Summer Fishtrap, a gathering themed “Catch and Release: What we hold on to, what we let go, and the one that got away,” and it was a week I already was entirely aware would hold fast within me for many years to come.
This week in July had marked the 25th anniversary of Summer Fishtrap, and throughout the whole gathering, an earnest feeling of celebration permeated through the entire camp. Whether I was checking in early risers for breakfast, reading behind the registration desk or scribbling away in my notebook during the songwriting workshop I participated in, the spirit of writing wrapped around me.
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Before venturing to Fishtrap I thought writing workshops were a place aspiring writers went to seek out publishing opportunities, to try and jam their foot into any door slightly cracked open and to hungrily learn from the faculty who spoke and shared in the process with them. Fishtrap changed all of that for me. The hunger was undoubtedly present out at the lake, but the unattractive quality of competition and personal goals being found were entirely absent from my eyes that week.
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A sense of community and warmth was palpable out at that lake. Faculty and participants intermingled easily, and if there was any essence of hierarchy at the camp, I was completely unaware. Instead, I watched as the sons and daughters of faculty members ran around playing basketball with the youth students. I watched as friendships were formed around the dinner table. I watched as David James Duncan, author of “The River Why” and countless other works, was so inspired by the youth open mic night that he completely rewrote his keynote address to share his past and the art of grief within the writing process.
The act of writing is personal, an act of storytelling and an act of courage. These black marks upon paper can hold immense power, and I am deeply grateful to Fishtrap for celebrating this power and vulnerability. My advisor was quite right: There really is no other place quite like Fishtrap, and one really shouldn’t shy away from the opportunity to take part in the magic their organization fosters.
If interested in learning more about Fishtrap and the numerous programs and events they offer, please head to their website: www.fishtrap.org.