The world becomes filled with sound of rushing water. Little gulches, dry, frozen, silent, during other times of the year become talkative streams. Hot weather has not truly come yet. Once that arrives, in the afternoons and evenings, the river will not only sing, it will roar.
We saw river rafters the other day. Miguel Loco's down the Grand Canyon, vacation before summer season gets underway and catharsis from a divorce. On walkabout, I think of three trails I want to do directly, all of which have Gulch in their names. The siren's song of running water fills my ears.
I wish you good luck in your journeys.
ReplyDeleteRaging storms in my corner of the world just now. Wild, chaotic, wonderful. More a heavy metal rock concert than a siren's temptation... ;p
ReplyDeleteAnd here we might actually be drying out a little...finally...
DeleteI like terlee's comment about the heavy metal concert. :) We had some weird, freak rainstorm yesterday, probably because it was nowhere in the forecast. That's really how you get it to start pouring in Amarillo. I wish I hadn't been at work at the time...
ReplyDeleteThunderstorms are the mosh pits of the gods, didn't you know that?...;)
DeleteSorry you missed the storm, but the season is yet young...