We ventured off on our last boat ride of the season today. The temperatures have reached well below freezing so all creeks and waterside areas have begun to ice over. As we turned into the clearwater slough that we often paddle through to admire the scenery- we were greeted by a sheet of welcoming frozen water. Our boat, fortunately, was strong enough to break through. So we explored up even further into our loving autumn scenery. Permanent snow is yet to fall, so the dead leaves, grass, and bare trees are still the only thing we have to gaze upon. But I wasn't doing much gazing- rather listening. Ice makes such a unique music when touched by rushing water. It clinks and chatters and sings it's own sweet little song. I closed my eyes for a majority of the ride and just listened to the beat. The beat of winter on the water, the beat that one can only hear for one or two days a year.
