Last month during the coldest weather I noticed footprints and ski tracks crossing the river. Even though it was obviously solid, I kept hearing my mother's voice in my head, warning me about thin ice. Finally I got up the nerve to explore a bit, but with the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. Mom managed to bequeath me her nerves. By overcoming my anxiety, I managed to find the beaver lodge again without going on a half hour hike via the bridge.
At the point where I took these pictures, the river is actually fairly shallow, but perhaps I shouldn't disillusion you. That "sensation of danger" is compelling!
I share your feeling of the therapeutic quality of water (being near moving water is almost essential for me). One of my favorite memories from a trip to Alaska was an evening of sitting and listening to the sounds of the Tanana River.
I grew up on the shore of Lake Erie. Ever since, I need water in my environment. I can't see this river from where I live, but the spot where these two pictures were taken is a mere five minute walk from my apartment. The fact that it calls me outdoors all the time is a good thing.
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Date: 2004-03-02 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-02 06:31 pm (UTC)At the point where I took these pictures, the river is actually fairly shallow, but perhaps I shouldn't disillusion you. That "sensation of danger" is compelling!
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