Living on the river has it's positives and it's negatives.
And sometimes, even the negatives are meaningful.
After a two day hit of rain from Tropical Storm Ida, we have a full flood stage on the river.
The raw and powerful surge of water coming down from the mountains and foothills remind us that life is not within our control. What, on the average day, is a mild mannered, peaceful and very lazy river, was by midday, a muddy and spread far out of her banks sort of crazy river.
We forgot to move the camper. And noone has braved the rain to go and check. The guys I work with jokingly said that while they were out replacing a kiosk panel that they saw a camper go floating by... tis possible... but more likely if the water got up to the camper, then it's full of muddy water and propped up sideways on a tree. Sigh...
The park has interpretive signboards under water and trails that I'm told we'll spend two weeks trying to find again.
In the morning, I'll take a few minutes and go down to the river and watch. I love the river most in the peaceful phase... but I like to see it in every light. From various favorite spots along the river, it helps to 'know' this place that we live.
One of the nicest things about a flooded river, is that everything usually comes up pretty clean after a flood... a new downed tree here or there, but a new and deeper channel of water and new sandy beaches and a blissful perfect quietness and cleanness. The water this moment is muddy and angry, but in a day or two will be calm and quiet and clear again... it will be cooler with the late autumn weather, with little puddles of leaves caught in an eddy... well worth the walk, well worth the moments to sit and think.