A New Book Sunday

The morning sky was colored like a bluebird’s wing, and the temperature promised to reach the 60s mark. My wife and I headed toward the West Branch Pine to do some hiking, but first we stopped for breakfast at a small cafe in Galeton (PA). My new book of poetry was scheduled for release in just three days, so I decided to celebrate the DSCN7797imminent appearance of Earthstars, Chanterelles, Destroying Angels (from FootHills Publishing, Kanona, NY) by ordering a mushroom omelette, with homemade bread, and coffee. It was good food, with a mushroom theme that set the tone for a fine Sunday in the hills.

Mushrooms in poetry can symbolize the spirit of wild nature, I suppose, and yeah, the poems of my new book run the gamut of experience from the personal to the cultural to the wild…

DSCN7791Leighanne and I hit the trail in the Susquehannock State Forest along a feeder of the upper Pine Creek watershed. It was pleasant going, especially when considering the fact that we were still in the final month of winter. The sun reflected warmly from the snowless hillsides but the icy ground still resonated from the impact of our walking sticks.

After the hike, I fished a section of the full-flowing creek, but had no luck while casting nymphs in the clear, cold water (43 degrees F.). I wasn’t surprised. This stretch had not been fishing well for the past year or so, compared to some excellent outings there on previous occasions. But so what. It was fun getting loose on my winter legs, getting reacquainted with my brook trout strategies at all the usual hiding places, and getting flies untangled from the unforgiving boughs.DSCN7782

The hike was comfortable and relaxing, although the wind, ripping through the more exposed locations of the narrow valley, showed no mercy on Leighanne, getting into her eyes and beating up her lashes.

Beavers have settled on the headwaters and formed a quarter-mile of dams and ponds that are skirted by the trail. There the windless quietude was punctuated intermittently by the chatter of a chickadee, the chortling of a pileated woodpecker, and the distant call of an owl or coyote.

DSCN7781We observed small brook trout in the beaver ponds, including several that were rising to midges or stoneflies prior to darting out of view. Occasionally we saw a larger trout shoot off into a beaver channel. I had fished this area before, but had found the silty pond conditions very challenging to cast on. Even now I didn’t regret leaving the fly rod at the car for later use downstream.

Driving back home, we made an IPA stop at the Perma-Stone Inn outside of Galeton. The place was busy and, unfortunately, our table was located next to the jukebox speakers. One young lady took a break from her darts game to unload some coins at the music machine. Sympathesizing with the old couple sitting next to her, she asked us what kind of music we wanted to hear… Pop, rock, or how about country?DSCN7779

“Country music is okay,” said Leighanne, “if it’s the old-style country.”

“I got Johnny Cash here. You like him? I’ll play Folsom Prison Blues.”

Leighanne confided later on, saying, “She probably thinks we’re old fuddy-duddies.”

DSCN7787And the string of other jukebox selections that the woman made was one hammer-headed tune after another, the likes of which could make”Big Balls” by ACDC sound half intelligent. The woman had an impeccable taste in music.

Well, at least the beer was good.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I’m not above the salt of the earth who spend a glorious day in the saloon. In fact, among the varied poems of “Earthstars…”, among the poems of mushroom and wildflower, of bird and fisher, of creek and river, of Germany and America, of home place and alienation, etc., the reader might discover sympathetic portraits of man and beast.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

There’s the story of a man who actually lived inside a tree. Another poem relates the vision of a young woman picking flowers “In Bavarian Fields.” There’s the artist Albrecht Durer, and a fox trapper, and a drinker with a can of Colt 45 Malt Liquor in each hand, and you won’t forget the true tale of a passionate septic-tank cleaner who claims his… “Mind ain’t sharp as it used to be.”

It’s the world of nature as I see it, or experience it, to one degree or another.DSCN7788

For more information, please click on my blog roll here, where it says “FootHills Publishing.” This long established and well-respected publisher of poetry books would love to take your book order.

And I would be as pleased as in my Sunday moment when I saw the season’s first male bluebird. My wife and I were crossing a hilltop coming home from the hike when I saw the migrant bird that seemed to carry the late day sky upon its back. It flew from fence post to fence post there beside us, along the sweet and lonely road to spring.DSCN7777


About rivertoprambles

Welcome to Rivertop Rambles. This is my blog about the headwaters country-far afield or close to home. I've been a fly-fisher, birder, and naturalist for most of my adult life. I've also written poetry and natural history books for thirty years. In Rambles I will mostly reflect on the backcountry of my Allegheny foothills in the northern tier of Pennsylvania and the southern tier of New York State. Sometimes I'll write about the wilderness in distant states, or of the wild places in the human soul. Other times I'll just reflect on the domestic life outdoors. In any case, I hope you enjoy. Let's ramble!
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12 Responses to A New Book Sunday

  1. Brent says:

    This was really good to read. We’d been having a sobering conversation about current events and politics. It’s nice to see those places in the natural world that are still peaceful.

    • Glad to hear it, Brent. I figured that the wackiest and most deranged political times of my life were well behind me, but now I’m thinking that almost nothing beats this most depressing of times we are now facing. Global warming, war, and Trump, for starters… Thanks be that the Earth and its natural places still embrace us, for a while.

  2. plaidcamper says:

    Congratulations on publication! I’ll be checking out your latest volume – amongst other tales you told, it’s hard to resist the lure of verses about a passionate septic tank cleaner…
    Pretty fine day out you had here, a primer for warmer days to come, no doubt.
    There are days when a visit to a bar works out well, and other times, not so much. Had to smile at “Big Balls” and subsequent musical choices you were treated to. (Sad to say, I do have a comprehensive AC/DC collection – unlike a mushroom, I am slow to grow…)
    Thanks for this post, another midweek treat!

    • Ah, most welcome, Mr. PlaidCamper. Thanks so much for your support, and I hope that you enjoy the collection. As for the bar tunes, I guess I’d forgotten, sort of, how much really bad R&R can be found on rural jukeboxes (and elsewhere), although one could argue that lousy rock from the late 70s and 80s still has it over the mass of modern-day, synthetic pop. But I’m referring to loud and simple headbangers that make AC/DC sound … sophisticated. I never thought I’d come around to saying something positive for the band, but there you have it. I’m a slow-growing mushroom head, too.

  3. Bob Stanton says:

    Like Plaid, I’ll hafta leave the AC/DC behind when we get to fishing. Amen to Leighanne’s choice of the ol’ twangy country, and congrats to you, mon frere, on the publication of your new tome!

  4. leigh says:

    Glad to see you & Leighanne are getting out. Hope all is well on your end.

  5. Congratulations on the new book! Nice post and pictures. Seeing the bluebird sounds great! I look forward to the return of the robins. They are so fun to watch as they hop around the yard, looking down at the ground cockeyed and pulling up juicy worms. Also, I like the walking stick (I assume?) in the last photo!

  6. Hi Mary Anne, thank you for all. Yeah the bluebird is usually among the first migrants to return, and the robins and the red-wings are supposed to be here too, but I’m still looking for them. Their arrival means the start of a new season. And thanks for recognizing my walking stick. I only use those that I find, and this one is a good trail companion.
    Enjoy the first signs of spring and, of course, your growing family!

  7. loydtruss says:

    Congrats on the new book, I wish I had your expertise when it comes to writing. Gorgeous images especially the stream; how my wife and I wish we lived in the northeast, too settled here now. Thanks for sharing

    • Bill,
      Thank you. I guess we all have our areas of strength and expertise, and I certainly enjoy sharing and trading some of that with thoughtful readers such as yourself. As always, thanks for reading and commenting.

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