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The Grand is sinking, our docent quips. We’re standing in the central room at the Sncəwips Heritage Museum, between her cousin’s mx̌ʷal / cradle board and the ćĺaĺqʷḿ display the docent uses to play this traditional gambling game with us. My friend and I keep winning.¹²

Then we guide our minds—the docent, her supervisor, my friend and I—to another time without concrete. Her colleague tells us what he sees: wetlands, tule, creeks completely full with dappled salmon, people.

A path has no beginning or end but in the direction you take it. You don’t have to follow an animal if you know where it is going, her colleague says. Only wait in the right place for it to arrive.