Stream of Sound
The Adirondack Mountain Reserve at the Au Sable Club lands in St. Huberts is a very special place. The walk along the road is such a tantalizing beginning to any hike. A stream follows the un-paved road, first on one side then the other it is wild and yet park like all at the same time. On the edges of the road moss grows, the forest is old, lush and green.
Today I am going to walk the Gill Brook trail to Indian Head Lookout, and see the Lower and Upper Au Sable Lakes. I know there are many wonderful waterfalls along the way, and I plan to stop and enjoy them.
After walking two miles on the road Gill Brook trail goes off on the left, it runs parallel to the road for a little while then veers off to the east again and enters a magical kingdom. The enchantment begins because I know that I want it that way, I allow myself to get swept away by the water, forest and the day.
I sit in the middle of the brook upon an ancient rock, listening and absorbing the sounds of the water A world of life flowing past me. So much I'll never perceive, never get to touch, only know that in my soul I bathed for a little while in it's waters.
Water that has swirled around this planet and that was born eons ago, out there, in the universe. Settled here now, churning white for me, sounding out for me. Water passing by as it has passed by every traveler since time began.
Playful sounds fill the air as water pours from a pool between two rocks, I watch it splash together, foam and bubble together and then continue on away from me. The sound stays in the air about me as new water continually plays out the same fall.
The trail continues along side the brook, sunlight streams through the trees and flows over water, moss and strewn boulders.
At another falls the sound is very different, it's more serious, very constant and striking. At another it rumbles and sounds haphazard.
I hear the different lives of the waterfalls, I hear the placement of the rocks over time, I hear this day at this very spot.