The rains moved in overnight and brought with them the wonderful rumbling thunder. Nothing like an Allegany rainstorm. I love it (as long as it doesn't last for days......). Thinking that the bird banding would be a washout, I stayed in bed longer. I shouldn't have - what I was hearing wasn't the rain. It was the creek:
(I took video, but now I see blogger no longer has an upload video option!)
Trust me - it was LOUD!
Here's that same area of the creek taken just the afternoon before. The water level was up at least a foot. Crazy.
Meghan, Kyah and I went for one last morning walk down the road - Meg's goal was to get service on her cell phone; Kyah and I just like the walk.
After packing up and dropping off the key at the administration building, we took the long way out of the Park - through the Quaker side. I couldn't leave without a visit to Science Lake or the spillway. The rain was drizzly and it was cool, but beautiful all the same.
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.