a partial refutation of 'the sweetness and the light'--part 2
oh, and last week the trail crew worked every day down near the rio grande village campground, removing broken sections of boardwalk which had floated off their pylons in the fall flood. they were washed up on the far shore of a spring-fed, cane-lined pond opposite the former trailhead. getting them to the near shore and out of the water involved rowing them like rafts, and wading hip-deep in thick, silty rio grande mud. i don't think there is a more intimate way to know a water feature. so, uh, disregard the whole 'sweetness and light' melodrama.