Monday,
July 4th, 2016
East
Moline, Illinois
Illinois
by Way of Canal
The
trek on the Hannepin Canal Trail wraps up today at Cologna, a town just a few
miles shy of the Mississippi River.
The
solitude is unbeatable. Even fishermen
along the canal are quiet, like focused yogis.
They do give a greeting. Also
serene are the snake, the turtle, the otter, the rabbit, and the cricket--
though loud, his sound adds to the calmness.
Voiceless is the coyote. As is
the coyote scat. It is always something
to dodge and it’s interesting that coyotes eat grasses, roots, and
berries. You can tell by their stool
samples. Apparently that’s their
easy-to-acquire menu.
After
two and a half days by the canal you almost forget what traffic sounds
like. The canal did come to an end near
Rock River and so back I went to the noisier side of life.
People
are out and about. U.S. flags are
plentiful, set in front of businesses and residences alike. No, they don’t flap. The air is still. It’s humid.
Yes, weather changes and it’s wet in the air. The canal had been like a mirror. Only the tiniest of ripples had appeared
during a five-minute drizzle-- hardly noticeable.
My
mantra never changes. It’s the regular sound that I shelter myself
in each morning, which is the time of my walk-- the best time.
May
the Source be with you!
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