Flash in the Pan
A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights
Of Beavers, Rivers And The Moon
by Cindy Salo
I saw a beaver in the wild for the first time as I crossed the Capitol Street bridge at dusk this evening. The beaver was cruising upstream near the north bank of the Boise River. I had stopped to listen to the rapids and watch the nearly-full moon rise behind a light mist. I lingered to dream of another river trip.
For several years River Buddy Jim and I paddled a river in the West each summer. The desert sun distilled away the unimportant parts of our lives and left the sweet gooey essence of life on the river. We got up when the birds chirped, paddled hard all day, scared ourselves witless in the rapids, ate gargantuan meals, then relaxed in the evening and shared stories while drinking malt-based beverages. We spread our sleeping bags on the sand and slept long enough to get up and do it all over again the following day.
We timed our trips to start shortly after a full moon: even on the first night Jim could see the stars after the sun set but before the moon rose above the walls of whatever canyon we were running. Each night his star gazing window lengthened as the moon rose later. Our trips followed a full moon closely enough that it filled the canyon with light several hours later when I climbed out of my bag to walk to the edge of the river to recycle beer and listen to the rapids.
But in all those visits to the river at night I never saw a beaver.
Cindy Salo is a recovering Science Geek who is learning to write about things beside research. She writes and hugs sagebrush in Boise, Idaho.
Science Geek: www.sageecosci.com
Learning to write: sagebrushandspuds.blogspot.com
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