
Saturday, 8 July 2017
Back to the Well

Time and Space
I was riding along the Warm River in Idaho again and still
thinking of our Peter, his wonderful laugh and how he would love to be kayaking
this river. Five years on and it still hurts and may even be more
difficult to reconcile. That's the time of which I speak. The space
has not really changed but that day it looked different in the sense of
sentiment. An optimistic river bubbling through the mountains.
A few minutes later I crossed another river and saw some
folks fly fishing and there was a gentleman in a quad. I waved at him, he
waved back and I continued on to the next intersection where I took a much
needed physical and emotional break. Soon after I stopped, this gentleman
pulled up in his quad and smiled. I could see a cane in the back off the
quad and I noticed he had trouble speaking. So I started right in,
telling him about the trip and working with hand signals to answer
his questions. He had recently been hit by a stroke and speech was a
problem. Regardless, we did our best to communicate and the
interaction ended with a hug. I still think about that day and that
moment. I often wonder if his name was Peter.
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