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I Took A Drive, I Took A Walk… September 1, 2008

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I went a few places, I saw some things.

The North River in transit of the Halifax Gorge in Halifax. Vermont:

And The Boys of Summer, hitting it hard:

They jumped off of every escarpment with a deep enough landing, which is much of what you see here.  I was humbled, as I’ve never had that particular brand of courage.

Then I went out to a place I’d been late last winter, with a collection of monsterous boulders of red-gold schist, hoping to find them wrapped in the low, red rays of autum.

I struck gold, though I was too excited to sit perfectly still for this thirty second exposure:

Being, as I was, up to my ‘nads in last year’s dried leaves.

It was an excellent experience, a very relaxing place to be.

I neded that;

Thank You, Mother Earth.

Thank You, Father Sky.

The North River April 19, 2008

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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…