"Rockwell Falls at High Water"
How quickly things change! This is how Rockwell looked on April 29th from the overlook behind the library. The big water transformed the falls into a giant wave. Now it has all run to the Atlantic Ocean and the falls are back to normal again. Our sons, who were here to guide rafts on the Moose and the Upper Hudson during the spring flush have left for the rivers in West Virginia and Montana. During the past couple weeks the two guys, one girlfriend, two dogs (one a Newfie) and even our old, worn out favorite pick up truck have left. Now it’s back to just Gino and I until next spring when the snow melts and the rains come. Gone are the numerous wet rafting clothes hanging on the old chin-up bar in my studio door, river booties and gloves on the heaters, late night parties with rowdy raft guides, and a heavy raft and a shredder atop the chest freezer. Now there are leftovers to eat a couple of times a week. Why is it we still miss them?
