Garretson SD
We put in above the dam just after dark, the moon was
already above the horizon but not yet above the trees. We could hear the water poring
over the dam below us, creating a slight mist above the waters surface. Conversation
was slight as the quiet of the night seemed to blanket the group as our boats
floated through the darkness. As the moon rose above the tree line, cold silver
light enveloped us and lit the rock walls with a mystical cast. It would be no small stretch to
imagine passing from one world to the next.
Another group of paddlers were congregating near the west
rock wall, gathered near a strange blue glow coming from the water. It appears
another phone has gone to Davie Jones’s locker.
We paddled a little more than a mile to the rapids that halt
further progress upstream and paused for a time, allowing the moon to reach its
full potential. Pictures were taken although they turned out badly. With the temperature
dropping and the night lingering on, we felt no sense of urgency as we
meandered back down stream wishing the river could carry us beyond the
responsibilities of our daily lives. With a touch of sadness we reluctantly
loaded our gear, shared a cup of hot coffee and went our separate ways.
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| Photo by David Fink |
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