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The Swimmin’ Hole. July 14, 2010

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
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…At the confluence of the North River and the Deerfield, last Sunday.  It was hot, but not too, and there were lots of people cooling off:

Well, there were dozens, and around here that’s a lot.

Ursi, my younger Grrrl, was visiting from Boston.  We lounged in the sun and shade, drank a little wine, ate like piggies, and both took pictures:

It was lovely and relaxing and a much-needed time for reconnection.

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…