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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: PICNIC - deadline 7-12-12 @ 9:59 AM NY Time (07/05/12)

TITLE: On the Banks of the Jordan River (Michigan)
By Cheryl von Drehle


The ribbon of ice cold river water carves an unfamiliar path through the snow encrusted banks. Five months earlier this wide summer river was sloshing predictably between sloping green pastures, picking up speed where the roots of stately spruces narrow the riverbed, and forming gentle rapids as the river waters spill over half submerged boulders.

Now it is mid-winter, and the still flowing river is losing the battle against the encroaching ice. Summer rain offerings have provided sufficient depth to keep the middle of the river from freezing over, but as winter progresses the ice daily commands more territory from the narrowing channel.

By March the flow will be just inches wide. But on this bright bitterly cold February morning, canoes can still navigate their way downstream. A few adventurers launch their own canoes into the icy froth to test their wits and stamina. But the majority of travelers are seeking experiences rather than trials, so they engage the services of a professional to steer them safely through the winter wonderland.

Our 40 year old guide grew up on this river. He still marvels that each winter day the river cuts a new and unexpected path. What was a mild bend yesterday is today a hairpin turn around a newly formed ice floe. His yelp of surprise as the canoe careens off an ice chunk, followed by an under-breath chortle declaring “that was a close one,” provides sufficient illusion of imminent danger to turn this experience into an adventure.

But the thrill is surpassed by the sublimity of a river coursing through a white forest. There is no other space on earth that provides the sights and sounds of a winter river journey. The lyrical rush of wind through tree tops is magnified to a symphony by ice clinging to branches. Beavers, deer, and the occasional fox are annoyed by the interruption of their winter solitude: they startle, but stand their ground. And the ice, everywhere… strongmen glistening and threatening; powerful and rearranging; yet their dominance will be usurped by an early spring thaw in just six weeks.

The hour long journey feels like three as numbness creeps into well covered fingers and toes, and noses begin to drip from frostbite. But the turn around the last corner that reveals our final reward erases all discomfort. Nature has offered up stunning sights and memorable sounds, but man’s capacity to provide serendipity is a close rival. Teetering on a snowy bank perilously close to the flowing river, steam rises from a pot of hot chocolate that will accompany our winter picnic.

We have perched on a Tuscan vineyard wall, legs dangling as we picnicked on bread, pungent cheese, chianti and apples. We have dined on a red checkered tablecloth spread on the sand of an urban island, eating caviar, gherkins, tea sandwiches and cherry topped biscuits. We have delighted in family reunion picnics at the local park, church picnics in the back parking lot, community picnics served up at the town fire station, and romantic picnics for two featuring messy crab legs by the ocean shore. But simple fare cooked over a Bunsen burner on a snowy bank is uniquely satisfying.

As we feast on roasted marshmallows, peanut butter crunchy granola bars, hot chocolate and apples, I picture the heavenly banquet our Father will eternally lavish upon us. I strongly suspect a picnic will be part of that.

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Verna Cole Mitchell 07/13/12
I was captivated by the lyrical descriptions here.
C D Swanson 07/13/12
What a beautiful entry. The detail and the storyline were superb. I loved it. THank you so much.

God bless~
Deborah Engle 07/13/12
What beautiful descriptive writing, although I have to say,the only way you could get me in a canoe in February would be to hogtie me.
Ellen Carr 07/15/12
I really enjoyed this, especially living where such a scene is foreign. (It never snows here.) Lovely descriptive writing.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/18/12
This is a lovely story. You7 did a splendid job detailing it and helping me to feel as if I were right there. Nice job.