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The North River April 19, 2008

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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A few minutes east of where I live, the North River flows into the Deerfield, coming southward through pastoral Colrain,

birthplace of the Toothbrush. We know this because, had it been invented elsewhere, it would have been called a teeth brush.

Anyway, just over the line into the town of Halifax, Vermont, the river’s character changes. The valley narrows, the farms become fewer and smaller, and the river is cloaked in a surround of hemlocks, imparting a deep green hue to the quickening waters:

There’s still plenty of snow along the banks, and with the air temperature in the mid-seventies, I hiked in a tee-shirt, plunging knee-deep through the lingering snow banks, savoring the sensorial non sequitur of an environmental hot fudge Sundae.

This is the beautiful Halifax Gorge, where the deep green waters of the North are funneled between sheer schist shores rising fifty feet above the flow:

Further upstream the gorge narrows, deepens, darkens as the river rages in its tumultuous transit of its confined chasm:

…and suddenly, there, there! From the foaming waters below me, Lizzy the Giant River Lizard reared her fabled and elusive head, and unlike when Sasquatch crossed the road in front of me with Jackie O under one arm, this time I was ready!

Oh, Happy Day! I’ll be famous, rich, RRRRRRRRIICCHHHHH!

…or maybe not. I mean, it’s quasi-posted, and photographic evidence of my being there might not be in my long-term Best Interest.

Nonetheless, it was a beautiful several hours spent in a beautiful place. Thank You, Mother Earth. Thank You, Father Sky.

And my heart-felt apologies to the young couple whom I, um, interrupted. Seemed a bit chilly for that…

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1. DCup - April 19, 2008

What! No pictures of that………?

I totally fell for the lizard.

2. littlebangtheory - April 19, 2008

๐Ÿ™‚ I felt a little like I was imposing, ten feet away with a camera and tripod, so I just kinda focused on the river and such…

3. Christina - April 19, 2008

OMG, that is too funny. Never know what wildlife you might stumble across in the woods.

4. littlebangtheory - April 19, 2008

Christina, so true!

BTW, that’s a totally un-doctored photo, not even cropped. And I didn’t see the “lizard” while photographing the rocks, only when I got my unit home and brought the photo up on my ‘puterbox.

Such fun I’m having!

5. Bob - April 20, 2008

Absolutely wonderful photos … and the text RAWKS!

6. Bob - April 20, 2008

Also, I’m glad to see that the wooly adelgid hasn’t yet made it to those hemlocks. The ones around these parts are disappearing fast. :(:(

7. littlebangtheory - April 20, 2008

It’s hittin’ us now in South Berkshire County, so I gotta take pitchers while it’s still purdy.

Pardon mah dialectin’ I wuz just listenin’ to some Mojo Nixon, which I’ll have the lack o’ sense to post later on.

8. Pagan Sphinx - April 20, 2008

I remember being interrupted at Acadia National Park by a pack of boy scouts. Tee-hee. It was love on the rocks in a good way. ๐Ÿ™‚

Mojo Nixon’s comin’ by? Oh, no!

9. johnieB - April 20, 2008

Mojo Nixon? Should I avoid this?

CR, ya must have some kind of gig that lets ya get out and around in the grandest places! Thanks for sharing what you do.

Alas! Interruptions are less Romantic than they used to be; my most recent experience is being inhibited by sleeping on the kidz’ roll away! “Can they hear us?” “I’m tired and I had one too many with dinner: go to sleep.”

Repeat on the other side of the wall. Heh.

10. littlebangtheory - April 20, 2008

PS, the Boy Scouts was totally worth it, those little bastards needed to know WAY more than they were bein’ told. It was probably their first inkling that it wasn’t just a Boy Scout Secret Ritual.

And how about the wino-applause on the Truck Eating Bridge in Northampton – remember that one? ๐Ÿ˜†

johnieB, if you’re not familiar with Mojo Nixon, you might still have a chance at getting into heaven. Avoid the upcoming post at all cost.

My gig is a straight-forward forty-hour bridge construction job; I just happen to work in the boonies of Western Massachusetts, close enough to Southern Vermont to get there on weekends. It’s a nature photographer’s dream here, with pastoral farmlands, forested hills, rushing rivers, and a plethora of micro-climes producing an abundance of flora and fauna. If one is attuned to the large and the small (as I try to be) there’s lots to keep an amateur photographer busy!

Sorry to hear about the roll-away saga. I say Drug ‘Em twice a month and go wild!

11. sherry - April 20, 2008

really wonderful pictures! i loved the rocks!


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