7/7/07
A Saturday Garden Tour
Friday's Post: Sibling Assignment # 27: " Up the River"

Our sibling assignment this week was to write a memory about going " Up the River" . Up the river is the north fork of the Coeur d' Alene River. You can find my brother's here and my sister's here . There were place names that were always a part of the lore of the river. When a name was mentioned it would conjure up a story or memory of that place. I arranged images and names of the river into this poem:
Floating the North Fork
Of the Coeur d’Alene River
Leave one rig at Enaville, Bumblebee, or Steamboat Creek and
take the other to Shoshone Creek, Bobtail Road, or Lost Creek.
Pack up the sunflower seeds, cooler, cut-offs and thongs
and remember Sea and Ski, shades, and a roll of TP.
Float past the Prichard Bridge, Beaver Creek, and Bill English’s house
and always look for Cedar Island, Graham Creek, and Dad’s "place”.
Find black marks from the inner tube,
scrape bottom in the shallow parts,
look for bushes when nature calls,
and holler and splash friends as you slowly pass by.
Floating at a lazy pace as the sun sinks behind the mountain,
cooler empty, seeds gone, shoulders red with burn.
Dive in at The Rocks, the Black Bridge, or the famous Silver Bridge
wistfully remembering those names that never came back up.
Head back past the Snake Pit to Senator Creek,
Travel home over Dobson Pass- the scenic route,
Turn at the Husky station, cruise by Camp Ferguson and Dago Peak,
and hit Sweet’s Cafe in Wallace for gravy and fries.
No Phone, No Internet, No Cell Phone, No Blog: This Was for Thursday!

When I arrived back to Lake Roosevelt Thursday I planned to post this blog about the 4th of July. Alas, the phone went out, the Internet went down, we couldn't get service with the cell phone, so I read a book and tried to stay cool! Yesterday the phone came on, but in talking to a "tech" and my neighbors it seems the repairmen fixed the cut phone line, but didn't get the DSL line repaired. The word was they might get to it on Monday. Ah....the joys of living in rural Ferry County. On day three of no blogging I loaded up breakfast and a thermos and came to school to get caught up. Here is Thursday's blog!
Sparklers
Twirling our frantic looks and circles,
we cried out look! To the grownups
watching from their lawn chairs,
afraid they’d somehow miss the
giddy slash of every turn and leap
until the last glow died and we went back,
warned each time about burnt hands
and bare feet flying in slippery grass.
Again! we shouted, and ran as far
beyond the porch light as we dared,
for this was Independence Day
and we were too busy to listen,
writing our names in thin air.
-Mark Vinz
Twirling our frantic looks and circles,
we cried out look! To the grownups
watching from their lawn chairs,
afraid they’d somehow miss the
giddy slash of every turn and leap
until the last glow died and we went back,
warned each time about burnt hands
and bare feet flying in slippery grass.
Again! we shouted, and ran as far
beyond the porch light as we dared,
for this was Independence Day
and we were too busy to listen,
writing our names in thin air.
-Mark Vinz
We spent the 4th of July evening celebrating Silver Valley Girl and JEJs' birthdays with a dinner and cake and candles. We then moved to Mom's front lawn which had a great view of the community fireworks. We also had our own display in the street. This poem was fitting for the evening shared with family.
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