For a Man in Nebraska....

It is hard to imagine a more beautiful river than the Vezere. Remember that this river flows in and among one of the most concentrated areas of prehistoric human habitation, and if you have your finger on that pulse, you can feel it. Clear, crystal clear waters are edged with limestone cliff faces that continue long below the water's edge down into a deeply gouged river bed. A slow moving river that is punctuated with 5 metre long waving greens, river seaweed if you like, floating down with the current but anchored in sand hummocks and adorned with white flowers with yellow enters. Horses wander down to the water's edge and nibble on our lifejackets, snort actross the edge of our seats looking for crumbs. Rock shelters, or abri, were everywhere, and we could not help but pull the canoes up onto a rock ledge, scramble out and up the bank...looking up at the overhang, imagining what it would be like to escape the weather or look out over the river for what...? many millenia ago. Then, we would come upon the shallows, which we did many times, and leap out, tie the boats with the green river mermaid hair and look through the water, drawing up the stones and holding them just under the edge of the surface to make use of the magnifying property of the water. We found many beautiful stones and only when we leapt onto banks and strange moss grown rock shelters that we came upon flakes. Only a few, but we came upon them. This was such a roundly wonderful day. So I will try to just convey it in pictures:

Rubes (I'll give you a cookie if you be quiet), Mossy (I wanna go in Daddy's boat), Mama