Watching the river run
Every time it rains a lot, I see them: the river watchers who stop along the bluff at Riverside Drive, the pull-off at Fall Hill Avenue, or City Dock, to see the wild side of the Rappahannock –full of power, a roaring, almost animate being. I stopped by City Dock for lunch today and saw them, two guys parked next to me who were also watching the chocolate-brown water surge by. Also there: a man with his young daughter up
on his shoulders. As he approached the landing, he looked up at her with a smile: “You ready to go swimming?”
The river takes on an almost otherworldly appearance as its serene side is forgotten, if only for a few days.