Monday, April 13, 2015

April 13, 2015 - Head Of Tide Daydreams


This area is known as the Head of Tide.  It’s a 15-foot waterfall that separates the tidal portion from the fresh water portion of the Cathance River.  The Cathance eventually flows to the Merrymeeting Bay, which is fed by five other rivers as well.  The combination of fresh and salt water flowing in and out of the bay makes it “brackish” and home to many rare plant species.

The Head of Tide is always great at this time of year.  The water is flowing so tremendously fast that I just get lost in watching it, and listening to it is mesmerizing.  Time seems to pass very quickly, and unusually so.  But that’s water for you, and you know how I feel about water if you’ve been reading any of these journal entries.  Somehow the faeries use it to their advantage and play tricks with our daydreams . . .

The 15-foot waterfall at the Head of Tide.

When the green fills in, this place is magical, and once you come here, it’s hard to leave.  It makes you want to sneak out along the banks and build a secret encampment.  Yes, an encampment, perhaps somewhat underground with a small top portion that has sod over it and looks like part of the woods around it so no one can detect it.  Yeah, that’s it, and we’ll grow food in a nearby field and stash it along with water in a sub-basement of our encampment.  We’ll heat the ground floor with wood.  There’s plenty of wood for the taking in the surrounding area . . .

Let’s see . . . we’ll need candles.  Or maybe we could put something solar in, as long as it’s disguised and no one can find it.  We’ll have to dig a well, but that shouldn’t be too difficult as there’s plenty of water around here.  We can use the fresh water portion of the Cathance until it freezes anyhow, and ice can be melted, and . . . we’ll hunt and we’ll fish . . . and we’ll need some clothes so we’ll have to raise some sheep for the wool, and . . .

And that’s what happens when you go to the Head of Tide and you start daydreaming.  The faeries have their way with you every time . . .

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