Spence's Bridge in the morning... I'm up and slowly waking up at 7 AM as the sky lightens over the Thompson River. The canyon walls are steep here, but not quite so much as downriver 10 Kms at the Goldpan campground. I'm staying at the Acacia Grove site right in town. This is partly due to the fact that Goldpan is slated to close for the season today, Oct. 1, but more due to the fact that Acacia Grove has electricity and I didn't want to freeze my buttoskis overnight. I kept the little electric radiator running overnight and it was quite comfortable here for sleeping.
The morning peace in the canyon is refreshing. There's a constant background rush from a section of white water on the river starting here. This russshhh sound is puncutated by an occaisional crow call, and just now by the footsteps of some critter - crow? squirrel? on my rooftop.
Every 10 minuntes or so a train rumbles up or down one side of the valley or the other. This seems like a louder, more mechanical rapids of metal and technology that buries the gentler sounds of nature for a few moments, then is gone. The perpetual sounds of the natural environment return. Perhaps this serves as a good analogy for our human presence on the planet? Sound and Fury signifiying nothing, which momentarily seems to blot out the primordial earth, but is gone in a fleeting moment, as the underlyng, irrepressible nature re-emerges, proving once again what true might, power and staying force looks like.
-- gmc --
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