Time for a river walk today! Time to get moving and to see an old friend, the Slate River. We have been friends for years and years and years.
Today, after work, I realized it had been a long time since this old friend and I had connected.
What memories clamor in as you climb the steep hills and listen to the waters rushing way down below in the fast-moving river. You think it must have been easier to claw onto roots and trees, hoisting yourself up and down the hills, back in your 20’s when you first met this river.
And do you remember all those years when the children clamoured up and down, as well? And you held your breath for fear they would tumble down the way-too-dangerous hill and into the rocks below? And how you chided yourself for being a bad parent, allowing all this?
And remember how the children laughed and pranced like deer, never falling? And how you, even then, walked so carefully and slowly, planting your feet just so.
Do you remember the time (oh dear, where is your internal censor when she should appear?) when you took a couple friends on a hike up the river on a hot, hot summer day. You were much younger and crazier then, you’re sure. How everyone wanted to go swimming, but no one had the foresight of bathing suits. So you decided skinny dipping was allowable, just this one time…and how lovely the river felt, all rushing and soothing and inspiring.
And then, drying off and getting back into your clothes, you looked up to see two men with hunting guns staring down at the three of you? It was almost like a nightmare moment…men with guns!…but then they smiled and passed without comment and you remembered to breathe again and decided skinny dipping should really be done in some more secluded place. Or at night.
Memories keep rushing in like precious jewels. Finding the eagle’s nest, way, way back at a fold in the river, all those years ago when eagles fascinated you more than anything. Sitting oh so quietly beneath the nest, watching the mama and daddy fly in and out. Finding eagle feathers scattered like stars against the earth. Bringing some Native American friends back to this sacred place.
Another memory of river walks with Teva sandals, right down in the river, tripping over stones and rocks and trying to stay upright. Maybe not always staying upright. Splashing along curve after curve, climbing out to portage around deep holes. Loving the language the river speaks, its constant rush and roar and song.
Today, it was hot. Sweat pouring, panting. Even though it’s easy to walk five or six miles on flat land without too much challenge, it’s way strenuous to climb hills up and down. I paused to stand still, often. On the way up the river my Mind filled with thoughts and stories that carried on like a loud off-key orchestra, trying to compete with the river’s music. On the way down the river, mostly Stillness and Silence remained. The river sang loud then.
The water felt surprisingly warm. Not warm like bathwater, but warm like river water. It felt invigorating yet soothing. How refreshing to sit for a long spell beneath the old eagles’ nest. A few thimbleberries and tiny blueberries provided sustenance. It might be nice to nap beneath the cliffs, but Home called from across the bay.
I learned something on the way home. About sound. About how trees and landscape muffle and change sound. Walking very slowly, not thinking much, I heard the river singing a new, louder song than before, with a different sound. How interesting! And then noticed that this particular sound only existed in a three foot area between a particular grouping of trees. The landscape became a flute or a whistle or unique musical instrument, playing the song of the river in that particular way in that particular spot. If you moved a couple feet ahead, the music of the river changed to its original song. A couple feet behind, the same thing. But in this small area, the trees and the cliff and the river joined forces to change the cadence of the riverdance.
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August 12, 2009 at 11:18 pm
Jessica
Beautiful photos and story. I got a good giggle at the skinny dipping portion. I am glad you were able to be reacquainted with your old river friend again.
August 13, 2009 at 7:33 pm
centria
Jessica, glad someone got a giggle about the skinny dipping part! (I’m waiting to see if my friend who was there that day writes back and tells a different story from the one I’m remembering!) It was a lovely day yesterday.
August 12, 2009 at 11:48 pm
Gerry
Now there’s what I love about the U.P. Waterfalls and cliffs. I can hear the river music and catch a whiff of the woods. Thank you for taking us along on the walk.
August 13, 2009 at 7:34 pm
centria
Gerry, when you come up, we could go for a river walk, you know. Except the front of my legs are hurting SO BADLY today I can hardly limp. Very out of shape for climbing up and down hills, apparently.
August 13, 2009 at 8:57 am
flandrumhill
We don’t have a river nearby, but I do recall taking the shortcut to Rainbow Haven beach along the rocky shore with the kids when they were young. If the tide was high, we’d have to climb a steep hill, clinging onto tree roots as we went along. They always moved so much faster than I did and I was always SO afraid one of them would fall onto the rocks below.
Years ago, when I had several eagle sightings in the bog, I combed the area for about a year, looking for their nest. I was convinced it had to be nearby. Never found it. Last week someone in the salt marsh told us of a spot where he thought the eagles were nesting. I’ll have to check it out.
All the time I was reading your post, I was thinking ‘no wonder so many songs are written about rivers.’
August 13, 2009 at 7:36 pm
centria
Amy, am glad to hear that we were both “bad” parents together. Or maybe we were “good” parents letting the kids explore so much out in the natural world. Let us know if you find the eagle nest! I have spotted three around here, over the years, but none are in use right now. So wonder where they are…
August 13, 2009 at 12:09 pm
allielujah
I smiled throughout your memories.
August 13, 2009 at 7:36 pm
centria
Smiling back atcha, Allie…
August 13, 2009 at 12:42 pm
irisofthewayfarer
I can hear your river. Lovely noise 🙂 I can feel your river…
August 13, 2009 at 7:37 pm
centria
You can hear the river all the way down there? I can believe it…and also believe that you can feel it, as well. It’s so hot around here tonight it would be nice to just go sit in it for a long long time and feel the cold rushing waters. Hot down your way too? (not that I’m complaining! oh no!)
August 13, 2009 at 9:02 pm
irisofthewayfarer
Not too hot, really just right. Mid 70’s and lots of sunshine and a breeze of Lake Michigan. Yummy
August 13, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Catherine
Thanks for reminding me to revisit the beautiul Slate River and for inspiring me to contemplate the saying, “Don’t push the river.” which is another way of saying “Go with the flow.” This sage advice opens the door to… acceptance.
August 13, 2009 at 7:38 pm
centria
Catherine, ever since you mentioned that saying “Don’t push the river” it has stayed with me. What a good thing to remember when we’re being overly eager or impatient. We’ll go with the flow, we shall, until our waters meet the bay…
August 14, 2009 at 2:33 pm
Cindy Lou
Do you know that the only time I’ve hiked back to the falls it was with Kiah and Jen? It was a lovely walk and they were old enough that I didn’t have to worry about them falling down the hill! If that’s your criteria for ‘bad’ parents, I think we all are!?!? 🙂 I have always believed that it’s better to let them explore (within reason) and one of my sisters has a philosophy that the dirtier the kid is at the end of the day, the more fun they had!
Loved your walk and your photos and this beautiful summer weather!
August 14, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Kiah
Cindy, I remember that walk! What a fun day–I hope I still have the pictures we took of us goofing around.
August 14, 2009 at 8:33 pm
centria
Cindy, you should definitely come back for another hike. And you’re probably right about the kid scenario. Kiah, I’d like to see those pics someday!
August 16, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Amy
You told the story of our skinny dipping (with my college friend Heather Franek) with all the details I also remember–except for Barry happily chiding us afterwards, saying to you: “Don’t you know that’s one of the most popular [swimming?] spots in the county?”
August 16, 2009 at 6:44 pm
centria
Amy, THANK YOU. I was hoping that you would comment and that I remembered the story properly. Thank goodness you remember the skinny dipping episode with the same details. You’re right…Barry did add that chiding. What a day that was!
August 12, 2011 at 6:19 am
Elisa's Spot
I’m feeling that I am having a very bumpy time, yesterday and into this morning still. I wonder if I really am, no matter, I suppose. I still can’t put things down. Days like today it does help to read a thing like this. It says to me…go out, do what always ‘works’, have some moments of peace, get perspective, try again. Life, perhaps is at the moment too big. (the thing is probably not as big as I am making it, but the maker is set on inflate). If I could run away from myself for a moment, I would. ha
Unfortunate school meeting with the about face for Z. I hadn’t expected them to be so …full of s***, again, reinforced with ignorant vigor, sigh. Went through process of getting him into online public school. Got news in mail food funds will be a hundred for two of us for a month sigh. I don’t know what I will do. Did you figure out the difference yet between complaining and stuffing things down and hiding them, much like denial from self and other people?
Offers teacup up to being directed to the things that I CAN change, in order that my day doesn’t eat me!
August 12, 2011 at 6:22 am
Elisa's Spot
I forgot to share the inner desire to be in such a space, as I am normally in, when I encounter such beauty and yet daily life as it is, that you showed and shared in these river images, and how the thoughts of how slight differences in sound and thought can make things seeeeeeeeeem so different than how they are. Beautiful images thank you!
August 14, 2011 at 7:13 am
Kathy
I am sorry I didn’t respond sooner. Seems like I can’t keep up with comments now that I’m writing again. Sigh. Are you doing better today? Those days are hard ones…have had some myself. This morning, thus far, feels easy and soft. Glad the images help you. Figured out the difference yet between complaining and stuffing? Not always. Sometimes the full feeling of what is rising (neither complaining nor stuffing but feeling and being completely there with it as a witness) seems to reconcile it much easier. Let me know what happens.
August 12, 2012 at 7:46 am
Elisa's Spot
hmm maybe i’m bumpy every year at this time, that’s all i can eek out this early in the morning, lack o tea! Hope things are going the way you wish them to be.
August 12, 2012 at 7:54 am
Kathy
Dear bumpy one, may the river smooth out, may you not be swept down any waterfalls unless you so desire! I had a friend email yesterday saying that she feared that I might get depressed during these retreats. Wrote her back and said that was the exact opposite of what is experienced. These retreats from blogging/words really feel like retreats from patterns/habits. I feel much more engaged, alive, present. (Not all the time. Bumps do arise no matter what, do they not?) Look, Elisa~~up ahead~~I see a smooth pool where you might float~~steer thattaway…
August 12, 2012 at 7:57 am
Elisa's Spot
yeah and is coyote standing there blocking the waterfall and the cliff? 😛
yay giggles