Click on the image of the river below to watch a twenty second video of the slowly moving ice. The river is a living being.

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I use the moccasin shoes that touch lightly the earth
and take the lower trail in the draw up into the north hills.
Winding through the grasses and frozen puddles
switchback up the shoulder and then along the edge
I cut up to the ridge, double back and then
about to drop back down on the main trail I turn
looking north into the wilderness, snow covered and dark
The morning sun above the city on the golden slopes of the far hills.
How utterly wonderful and perfect the present moment.
And then I dance back down across the river and home.

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Half a century past I ran cross country races on Thursday afternoons on this field. And I’m still running.

Around the sun 98 times and 70.

I’ve been stopping beside the Yellowstone River now for 20 years at this spot watching the island move.

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With my Dad and Niece at the Cemetery

Mother and Sister … Mother and Wife … Daughter and Grandmother

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“The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.” Walt Whitman

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