It's not that it's such an unusual event, mind you...that snow comes to the River Basin; almost every time this year you can count on it. A light dusting, usually...marks the REAL barrier to folks making more pilgrimages from less seasonally challenged climates.
But it is beautiful when it first comes, in part because we have all the wonder of children in us as it falls this early in winter...before we 'grow up' as the season winds on and we grow tired of slips, extreme cold and that &*%$! other driver that nearly clipped us...again.
But the river flows on. The aquatic life settles down and we have...silence. Lots of it. And can silence be bad? It's the balm that heals our jangled nerves and the scars from 9 other months of going full throttle, taming the world. Now, ... well, ... the world tames us.
Relax, light a fire and enjoy it. It'll be Spring before you know it.
Friday, November 6, 2009
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Bend in the River
Metolius River very near its Source - Fall 2005