The Marys River begins to teach me the language of rivers. Come along and watch me stumble over unfamiliar phrases!
TULSA, Okla.–As the rate of unexplained drowning deaths has reportedly crept up in Oklahoma’s placid lakes, some observers have turned to an unusual explanation: a freshwater octopus.
Just outside of Thomaston Ga., a red dirt driveway winds its way through a forest of sweet gums, oaks, pines and beech trees, marking the lone driven track on a large swath of land.
Rivers, my friends, are geologically fascinating entities. They come in a variety of styles. And if you don't speak their language, they may kill you. Also, here in the Pacific Northwest they've interacted with volcanoes in intriguing ways. Additionally, they are beautiful. Reasons enough to learn their lingo, eh?
Eighteen years ago this July, a group of 14 adventurers unloaded tents, gear, food, canoes, and two guitars from the back of a big old bus and loaded them into 7 canoes in a nondescript boat launch outside of Yellowknife, NWT.
In this edition: we hear the river singing, and learn how to understand what it's singing about