It’s been a while between posts lately. The usual excuses all apply: things have gotten busy and I simply haven’t had the time or energy to get out with the camera and roam as much as I’d like. And sadly, I haven’t even had the motivation to finish up several batches of files that are lingering on my computer. I guess that’s the one nice thing about personal work vs. client work – if you’re not really in the mood, you don’t have to force it.
But excuses aside, let’s step back a few weeks to an evening I spent on Prompton Lake, which is the central feature to (big surprise) Prompton State Park. I’m fairly new to this park, having never hiked a single trail – which is unusual for me – and having only hit the water there a handful of times. I guess you could call it a recent discovery, on the outer range of where I’m willing to drive to at short notice. But it’s worth it.
On this evening there wasn’t much happening in any spectacular sense. It was a bald sky, warm night and the sunset was painted in tones of blue and purple pastels rather than electric reds and oranges. In short it was a great night to paddle around, sit and drift, and generally just relax and find some peace of mind. My whole life I’ve said that when things get hectic, the cure is time on the water. Doesn’t matter if it’s a sailing yacht or a simple kayak, the therapeutic value is the same.
So I took it easy. I paddled north from the boat launch along the eastern shore, still in the sun, then crossed near the mud flats and into the river channel so I could paddle upstream. This is one of the few streams I’ve found where I can actually make it upstream a fair distance. All the way to the remains of an old concrete bridge, with just the crumbling abutments left, and then I have to turn back because the rapids become too shallow to paddle through.
I came back down stream and drifted down-lake towards the launch while the sky turned purple. And I can’t think of a better way to spend a few hours on a late summer evening.