Following the legends
I love how surfing the web takes me to places I would/will never visit otherwise. This afternoon, I came across an article that discussed how certain historians try to match legend to real places. Things like “springs that throw up bones”, as an example. Now, the images are not fulfilling; I’d be better off getting my gumboots out and wandering around in the bogs, but I like the idea that there are others out there following the steps in the stories.
Another site had me watching surfing on a tidal bore (not Moncton, but who knows). The push of water up an estuary leads to interesting fluid flow, and when presented with a meter high wave, a surprising number of folks turn up in wetsuits with surfboards… even in southern England. I don’t know if they buy the gear as a consequence or as a provisionary move, but anyhow. There are videos on YouTube, and they might just turn you into a believer about how mankind can profit from things that are otherwise just natural phenomenae.
We have nothing like that, locally, unless you count the thousands of people that “Jump in the Run”, down the way. I know that the particular watercourse didn’t exist until part way through the previous century, but there hasn’t been a slowdown since. Yes, there are signs, and no, people don’t obey. Hey, I jumped there, in an earlier life. It was fun. I might go again, some day.
And as for trying to follow in the footsteps of legends? I read, and I check out aerial photos. At some point, it will add up.
