EAGLE CREEK PARK & MARINA

I can remember, when we lived in "The Yellow House," the times that my mother would go outside, into the snow and the cold, and break icicles off the eaves of the garage. She'd break them with gloved fingers, break them with a satisfying snap--the same sort of sound when you halve a carrot. When you step on a twig. When you crack an egg. She'd bring the icicles back into the house, to my brother and I. I was maybe four at the time. Perhaps a little older, perhaps a little younger. Regardless, I would climb onto the counter--the small bit of counter just to the left of the sink--and sit. Mom would wrap an icicle in a paper towel and hand it to me, who would greedily lick each melting drop. And it was cold and it was clean, and it was frivolous, and I would bang my heels against the cupboards beneath me, drumming, drumming, drumming.












9 comments:

  1. Such gorgeous photos and inspiring writing. The imagery reminds me of one of the Miu Miu Women's Tales.
    Lucy xxx
    La Lingua : Food, Life & Travel in Italy

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    1. Thanks again, Lucy! I'm not sure I'm familiar with the tales you allude to, however! I'll have to look that one up.

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  2. I love these photos. I can't wait until it warms up and the canoes can be in the water.

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  3. Wow, Eagle Creek looks so different in winter! You will have to visit the second weekend in June (June 7 & 8) for the Eagle Creek Folk Fest, which is held at the Marina. It's a fun event - which obviously I'm looking forward to!

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    1. The first time I visited Eagle Creek was in October, when the trees still had some of their leaves. It looks very different from then, too! I've never heard of the Eagle Creek Folk Fest, but I'll put it on my calendar! It sounds like something I would be interested in attending! Thanks for the heads-up!

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  4. My goodness this place is so beautiful! The 7th picture is my favorite: so moody and desolate!!

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  5. We have a pass! I'll have to take you around the reservoir one day when the weather's nice again. That's a regular trail for Penelope Jean Whiterump (AKA Penny) and me.

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  6. This are the kind of post that make my heart sing with happiness, thanks for sharing precious memories and gorgeous pictures!

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  7. Love all these photos, especially the one of the kayaks half-covered with the tarp. There's something about going to a place in the off-season, right? It didn't snow a lot where I grew up, but when it did, my mom would always make snow ice cream. :)

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