These last few weeks have been a whirlwind, and I anticipate additional frenzy for another few weeks as our move back across the country happens. I’m saying goodbye to the river this week, along with all the birds and other wildlife the river attracts.
To say goodbye—even typing these words—brings a lump to my throat and the threat of tears. I have loved this place: the American River and its banks. And the river’s last surprise for me (one I first shared with you in January) has brought some of my most cherished memories:
The sea lion visits the river by the fish hatchery.
In less than three weeks, I’ll begin the journey back across the country to move home. This past month has brought tears and hugs and goodbye visits with friends who’ve become dear to me. I’m thrilled to be going home, but there’s plenty I’ll miss.
For the next few posts, I’ll be sharing a love letter to the river. The river has been my most constant companion in my time here, and whatever the season, it offers its gifts and treasures and delights without asking anything in return. Maybe the river appreciates that I take the time to stop and notice.
At the start of a bountiful rainy season in 2016
Spring lupines decorate the river bank (2016).
A quiet winter sunset
Whether rushing or gently rolling, the river always carries away some of my cares when I stand at its banks. For that, I am in its debt.
What are some of the things you miss from places you’ve lived before? Is there something where you live now that may be calling for a little bit of your heart?