It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Saturday, May 31, 2008
I don't think that there is anywhere I'd rather be than panning, on bedrock, in a river....
So far the weather has been mild, which makes these hours on the Mokelumne even more pleasant.
But even when it's hot (which will happen soon), the river has it's own special way of drawing me in.
It's the feeling of being close to water that is moving and alive while I'm safely sitting on ancient rocks that were formed 500 million years ago.
There is always the chance that I will find some gold in my pan but it's not the reason I go to this place.
I find peace here.
It's a place I understand.
"It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It's the forests where silence has lease;......
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace."