setting the scene
Monday, September-27-2010
7:47 am
I am in the car with Abe. He’s driving. There is a sprinkling of misty rain in the air we are passing through. Leaves are on the ground, but not falling right now.
This missing piece of the window rubber is quite annoyingly loud in my ear.
I am still sick.
The bracken is turning yellow. I haven’t noticed it do that before. The tall, for this boreal forest, black spruce looks lovely and dark against the white sky. The leaves on the maples are turning yellow and red, orange and pink alongside the later maples which are still green, along with the cedars whose colours will fade into a dreary nondescript hint of yellow green. At their base the short canopies of sumac are red, their cones of berries darker red still. On the ground the violet astors, some dark, some lighter.
The river to our left, with its rounded mounds of rocks and the white water around them reminds me of hours sin the sunshine watching the kids play king of the rock. They taught me that the way to conquer the rock is to dive down just downstream of it, usually as yuou are washed past the huge rock.
Then you come up on the protected side of it, reach your fingers into the narrrow crack, then pull yourself up as the strong current rushing over the rock slams into your arms, then your head and shoulders as you try to get onto the rock before it washes you back to where you started, or worse, all the way down the river to the eddy.
We made it to the gas station, prayers most likely the only reason. It took $39 worth of gas to fill it up, even when the price is only $.98/ltr.
We crossed a river afterwards, an island encircled with colour as the reflections of the pastel leaves illuminate the usually dark water.
The radio is telling us that it’s going to rain an inch tonight and another inch tomorrow.
There are cobras in the athletes’ village and dengay fever in the flooded floodplain they are on. Sounds like a real treat. They are paying snake charmers $1000 ruples for every snake they charm.
7:47 am
I am in the car with Abe. He’s driving. There is a sprinkling of misty rain in the air we are passing through. Leaves are on the ground, but not falling right now.
This missing piece of the window rubber is quite annoyingly loud in my ear.
I am still sick.
The bracken is turning yellow. I haven’t noticed it do that before. The tall, for this boreal forest, black spruce looks lovely and dark against the white sky. The leaves on the maples are turning yellow and red, orange and pink alongside the later maples which are still green, along with the cedars whose colours will fade into a dreary nondescript hint of yellow green. At their base the short canopies of sumac are red, their cones of berries darker red still. On the ground the violet astors, some dark, some lighter.
The river to our left, with its rounded mounds of rocks and the white water around them reminds me of hours sin the sunshine watching the kids play king of the rock. They taught me that the way to conquer the rock is to dive down just downstream of it, usually as yuou are washed past the huge rock.
Then you come up on the protected side of it, reach your fingers into the narrrow crack, then pull yourself up as the strong current rushing over the rock slams into your arms, then your head and shoulders as you try to get onto the rock before it washes you back to where you started, or worse, all the way down the river to the eddy.
We made it to the gas station, prayers most likely the only reason. It took $39 worth of gas to fill it up, even when the price is only $.98/ltr.
We crossed a river afterwards, an island encircled with colour as the reflections of the pastel leaves illuminate the usually dark water.
The radio is telling us that it’s going to rain an inch tonight and another inch tomorrow.
There are cobras in the athletes’ village and dengay fever in the flooded floodplain they are on. Sounds like a real treat. They are paying snake charmers $1000 ruples for every snake they charm.