Herons, bald eagles, and deer thrive along the miles of this river nesting, fishing, and coming to the water’s edge for a drink. These beautiful creatures make us pause, proclaim their presence, and allow us to snap a photo. While they are amazing to behold, we encountered something a few days ago that I have been struggling to describe. 

Remember at the end of Charlotte’s Web when Charlotte’s babies are born and they float away on gossamer strands of web? It was like that but for miles and miles we were surrounded by such silvery strands. They seemed to circle the sun, shimmering against the azure sky, then ignore gravity as they floated just above the water. We marveled at how truly beautiful it was to be surrounded by those swirling and dancing threads. In the end, every line of our boat was streaming with silver as if Dagny were decorated in all her finery for a parade. 

We stand in awe of the beautiful nature around us, but some of the smallest creatures created a surreal scene in which we, ourselves are thriving along these miles and miles of river.  “...this lovely world, these precious days…” ~ E. B. White