…Raquette River in Stone Valley – snowed over continued
I’ll start by looking back from where I left off on the last post. You can see the rock island photographed from my first vantage point. As you can see I hadn’t gone far.
Another view across the river from approximately the same position. It’s amazing that Old Man Winter is able to tame this raging, roaring torrent of death into a silent sleeping beauty. Standing there the other day I was able to relax while taking in the sights. Being firmly anchored waist deep in snow helped calm me. I’ve stood here before with knees shaking after Spring’s warm kiss has once again awakened the class 4 -5 rapids. Believe me, the sound and the fury of the river is enough to make me step back.
Only a few openings in the ice and snow smothering the river can be seen.
Boil, boil, bubble, and toil
Time to move on. I stuck to the trail for a while before heading off on another tangent. This section of the river runs slightly higher than the main channel. Durning low water levels the bed is exposed.
I call this the Pillow section.
Every winter I find snow pillows strewn along this part of the river that seems immune to the cold.
Scissors cut Paper. Paper covers Rock. Rock breaks scissors.
Water erodes Rock. Snow covers rock. Rocks hurt a lot more than water ballons and snowballs.
A view from the trail.
Another side trip. Believe it or not I’m standing on the river bed looking down on the main channel. In spring a hell of a water slide rushes over the smooth bedrock here that can send you flying. In summer a rubber duck might have a hard time not getting hung up but there’s always a couple of nice pools in the gouged out stone.
Climbing up the small island on the other side of the water slide provides this overlook of the main channel far below. See what I mean – it’s hard to imagine the river also flows right behind me at this spot.
This is my favorite section of the river. Usually I’ll ‘hang’ from the trees but this time I kept back from the edge. With the deep snow it’s impossible to tell where the drop off really begins. The next step could very well lead to a Wile E. Coyote experience.
Another view before moving on to the waterfalls.
The object of my desire.
This is my favorite frozen treat. A grimance frozen of the face of the waterfalls.
Of course I had to climb down and get in its face.
I did manage to inch a bit closer than I did one summer.
see the downed tree on the right? the boulder sitting above the falls on the left?
Seasons make a big difference around here. If I tried to stand here in the spring I’d be swept off my feet, literally.
Behind me is a rock island. I call it last stop rock since this is usually the point I turn around and head back. It also holds a secret of mine.
I love Wintergeen.
Back to the trailhead – time to quack off
During the winter you can usually count on the Mallards to be seen by the Main Street bridge above the dam in Colton.