Passed by this particular piece of nature’s sculpture on more than one occasion, even thought to carry it back for firewood.
But it belongs here on the bank watching the river flow by bathed in moonlight during the night and in time will become part of the land once again.
Rain and runoff from melting snow dictate the ebb and flow of a rivers height and led at some point to this piece of driftwood coming to rest in this place.
While it really isn’t relevant I’m curious about where the journey began and how much time was involved – I once saw a weasel hitching a ride on a log floating downstream, I don’t know if it was intentional or by happenstance, but he didn’t seem at all stressed about his public conveyance.
Maybe he was going to a family reunion or a gathering of his kindred nations and wanted to make a grand entry.
I did the same when a child, see a log floating in a river and climb on just for the joy of the ride. Spent many a night by a river with a campfire made from driftwood – kind of like room service in way, what you need is available. And best of all no check out time.
There was a time when people could swim in or drink from any river with confidence – sadly that’s no longer the case.