Seldom Scene. April 4, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: cold river, remote rivers, tropical storm Irene, wilderness beaches
I took a walk yesterday, perhaps better characterized as a bushwack/hike, up the Cold river, away from Route 2 and out of view of the road.
In fact, it’s a place which very rarely sees human traffic; there are no paths beyond faint game trails. I got there by forty minutes of traversing steep slopes and wading through rocky shallows.
The river was a magical mix of centuries of gradual change and the cataclysm of tropical storm Irene. The steep valley had been scoured by the floods, with the outside of every bend eaten back to bedrock to a height of perhaps thirty feet above the current river level.
Still, time will heal this; it already looks somewhat normalized:
Along the way I found pools which will remain deep and cool in the heat of summer, with sandy, beach-like banks:
They’ll be wonderful to visit in the Dog Days, especially if I can get some adventurous others to join me there.