That time of the year when jumping in the river can be a real wake up call, no ice yet but cold.
Something of a ritual to take one last plunge before winter and then begin the wait for spring, with snow melting and the run off it’s plenty cold then, but even in mid summer the water is pleasantly cool.
Pools up and down the length to swim in but tubing is a lot of fun as well and the river slows down considerably when it reaches the valley below – big difference in appearance too.
Dense forest on both sides I imagine a person could get lost in if they didn’t know their way around – but that’s part of the attraction for me, the woods – it’s like opening a door, stepping through, and leaving all the concrete, steel, and noise behind.
When night comes it’s dark, and I like that, a distinct separation between night and day.
Not just dark, but quiet, peaceful, and a sense of belonging.
Dams always seem a sad edifice to me inspite of the lakes and recreation areas they create or the power they generate, and I like to imagine if and when alternative energy sources become the way of it dams will no longer exist and rivers will be set free again – not going to happen I know, but still something to daydream about.
If you spend any time in the woods even if a novice your perceptions change, they become more acute, you see, hear, and even smell things differently.
It’s a good place to be, even better if you’re off the beaten path where the only trails are game trails, no campsites, energy bar wrappers, or things like that, and sign everywhere.
Big elk bulls hang higher up and won’t move down to lower elevations till winter drives them down. Always amazed me as big as they are how quietly they can move, except when the rut is on, then they’re bugling, thrashing around and looking for a fight, that’s a sight to behold.
In a manner of speaking sooner or later all things come to the river, even if only to turn the kitchen sink on.