big falls
i went camping this weekend. i crashed my daughter's family camping trip. i am so glad i did. they went to 'big falls'. it's on the 'upper humber river', which is one of the few pristine salmon rivers left in north america.
my son in law and my 5 year old grandson love to fish. my daughter and 21 month old grand-daughter don't. i went up to keep them company.
we did go look at the falls. the water is very high after all the rain we've had. the salmon are still trying to jump over the falls. the best time to view the falls is in july, when the female salmon go up the river to spawn. they come from the ocean and traverse, rapids,rocks , fishermen and other dangers for about a 100 km swim to lay their eggs. then it's the males turn. some of them are quite old and tired. but they are dogged in their determination to do the job they are meant to.
it's phenomenal really, akin to the march of the penguins. except the penquins didn't have a fisherman at every eddy and shoal trying their hardest to land a big one.
while my son in law was napping with the baby, my daughter , grandson and i waded up one of the brooks which feeds into the humber. we were told there is a water fall and a pool to swim in . well indeed there was! it was so beautiful. a long low waterfall, which was a miniture copy of big falls. the pool was beautiful and calm,not too deep . we frollicked there all afternoon. we climbed up behind the water falls and followed the brook for a ways. it is like the garden of eden.
if i knew how to put pictures on my blog i would show you.
the last time i was in big falls was 40 years ago. i think it might have been the summer i was married.
my husband was an avid fisherman. he took me there to watch the salmon jumping.it is was amazing then and still is 40 years later.
my grandson was wearing his fishing vest. he loves to hear stories of his poppy's fishing days. an other grandson in little rock has his poppy's fly rod. he too is becoming a wonderful fisherman. my husband would be so proud of all hsi grandchildren. i'm sorry he didn't get to see them grow. as much as we can we try to keep his memory alive.
it's good that he was a writer. his words will be around for a very long time.
it will be the anniversary of his death on august 26th. it will have been 5 years. it doesn't seem possible that a person who had such a big life can just vanish.
we pretend he has been reincarnated as a brown butterfly. today he got into the camper and played with the baby. she is his only grandaughter. i know he would take as much delight in her as he did his own two beautiful daughters, who spread his ashes at his favourite fishing spot on the beautiful humber river that balmy august afternoon five long years ago.
i went camping this weekend. i crashed my daughter's family camping trip. i am so glad i did. they went to 'big falls'. it's on the 'upper humber river', which is one of the few pristine salmon rivers left in north america.
my son in law and my 5 year old grandson love to fish. my daughter and 21 month old grand-daughter don't. i went up to keep them company.
we did go look at the falls. the water is very high after all the rain we've had. the salmon are still trying to jump over the falls. the best time to view the falls is in july, when the female salmon go up the river to spawn. they come from the ocean and traverse, rapids,rocks , fishermen and other dangers for about a 100 km swim to lay their eggs. then it's the males turn. some of them are quite old and tired. but they are dogged in their determination to do the job they are meant to.
it's phenomenal really, akin to the march of the penguins. except the penquins didn't have a fisherman at every eddy and shoal trying their hardest to land a big one.
while my son in law was napping with the baby, my daughter , grandson and i waded up one of the brooks which feeds into the humber. we were told there is a water fall and a pool to swim in . well indeed there was! it was so beautiful. a long low waterfall, which was a miniture copy of big falls. the pool was beautiful and calm,not too deep . we frollicked there all afternoon. we climbed up behind the water falls and followed the brook for a ways. it is like the garden of eden.
if i knew how to put pictures on my blog i would show you.
the last time i was in big falls was 40 years ago. i think it might have been the summer i was married.
my husband was an avid fisherman. he took me there to watch the salmon jumping.it is was amazing then and still is 40 years later.
my grandson was wearing his fishing vest. he loves to hear stories of his poppy's fishing days. an other grandson in little rock has his poppy's fly rod. he too is becoming a wonderful fisherman. my husband would be so proud of all hsi grandchildren. i'm sorry he didn't get to see them grow. as much as we can we try to keep his memory alive.
it's good that he was a writer. his words will be around for a very long time.
it will be the anniversary of his death on august 26th. it will have been 5 years. it doesn't seem possible that a person who had such a big life can just vanish.
we pretend he has been reincarnated as a brown butterfly. today he got into the camper and played with the baby. she is his only grandaughter. i know he would take as much delight in her as he did his own two beautiful daughters, who spread his ashes at his favourite fishing spot on the beautiful humber river that balmy august afternoon five long years ago.
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