A river runs through it

Mo and I camped at Fairy lake. Upon arriving we went to work. Mo secured the fire pit area and where we were going to eat and then left to scout a food hanging location. I was in charge of setting up the tent and getting the accommodations ready for slumber. When we were finished it was time to take in our surroundings, eat a brat, drink a beer, and watch the light fade.

I wonder if land, solid rock and dirt are really the only solid things in life. We all live on it and play on it. It sustains many kinds of animals and sheds weather. Suddenly I noticed we were sharing the lake with a mountain goat. I snuck up and the goat allowed me to get close. Once Mo joined the party he was off climbing a high cliff above the lake.

I guess land will eventually shed us to as we die. Our lives are really pretty short. Like a passing rain shower. This was easy to imagine as a rain shower came through camp. The only thing that affects land, at least in my narrowed version of the world, is water.  Running water like rivers and streams.

Yea, so water is the real counterpart of land.  It is its lover and shaper.  The river carves its way to the heart of land and the land embraces it. A cloud was being lit up from the setting sun as it rolled over the ridge. The moon peaked out and the stars started to show up for the midnight party. Yes, I figured it all out. The Land and the river … lovers. I crawled into the tent and slipped easily to sleep.