The RiverHag is now on disability. River visits are now shorter, but more frequent. Our new blog will reflect that.
Go here from now on, and thanks for your interest!
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When I'm not traveling with Ellie the Huggamutt, I become the lone River Hag. All photos are taken in the Southern Tier of Upstate New York, not far from the Pennsylvania border.
Don't expect wonderful cinemaphotography here. Just listen. Four seconds of crackling. The river is thawing, inch by inch. Ellie was perturbed and stood at attention for what had to be three or four minutes. I thought she even whined, so I shut off the camera to see.
The sound moved downriver and she turned to follow it. There were some weird pinging and sqeaking, too. Ellie would not walk on the ice. Unusual for her, but she seemed spooked.
Me, too.
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