Lousy title but sometimes that’s what it feels like to come across information that is exactly what you were looking for.
I have a new project about rivers in the eastern U.S. and I wanted to visit the headwaters of a particular river to, you know, start the book from when the river actually begins. My fieldwork last April got me to where the early, shallow stream crosses under the main state road but the spring that forms the stream is far back on private property beyond a large field.
An added glitch was that Turkey Hunting Season began that very day and, since I’d seen a turkey and turkey hunters on the road a few miles to the west, walking into unknown woods didn’t seem like such a good idea, private or not. So I left.
I admit I became a bit obsessed with finding an image of that headwater spring. I needed to see it. Were there rocks? Was the ground around it perpetually muddy? Did someone build a concrete basin around it? A building? Was it trapped in pipe?
Two nights ago, months after my own trip, I finally found the image and description I was looking for in someone’s online kayaking journal. Those that know me won’t be surprised when I note that I came a bit emotional, a bit teary-eyed.
It was as if my writing could now begin – at the beginning. River-wise, at least.


