Gravel

“Trying to ascend these beaches reminds me of the days after someone dies: it feels as if everything is giving way, rolling out from under foot, as if there is no way to rise. ” What a masterful description that sentence is. Even if you aren’t a kayaker, I encourage you to read on.

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Today, housebound, I am thinking of gravel. As I paddle around the lake, into its bays and coves, around its islands, I am learning where waves push rounded stones into heaps that are often hard to climb after exiting the boat. Lubricated by waves the stones slip and slide against one another, make it almost impossible to find firm footing, ground that does not give. Trying to ascend these beaches reminds me of the days after someone dies: it feels as if everything is giving way, rolling out from under foot, as if there is no way to rise. Under the lake surface gravel seems almost part of the liquid, not in suspension, but barely more solid than the water itself. I think of one particular beach on an island. One night I pulled my boat high enough so that it would not slip away. In moonlight that rose over…

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Posted on February 8, 2014, in Kayaking, Mindfulness, Nature, Nature Photography, Photography, postaday and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Thanks for guiding us to this lovely post.

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