My sense of place at The Salmon Hole has changed with the seasons. Since I lived in this area as a child, I have been recalling many memories from that time. Initially, the Salmon Hole reminded me of a river passing through the town I grew up in, in the Catskill mountains, because I would visit it as a kid on hot summer days. However, The Salmon Hole has suddenly become almost foreign to me because of the changing colors and weather patterns of the changing seasons. The trees seem much thinner than they did only weeks ago because they have shed their leaves. Combined with a grey sky and thin layer of snow, this created a dismal scene which felt much more industrial than before because Winooski stood out much more. I realize that I could never go to the river in the winter when I was younger. However, I still feel a sense of place in Centennial Woods (which I imagine is because I spent a lot of time in the forest year-round as a child). At a different time in history, I may not even be thinking about how I feel in this spot because it would have been corrupted by logging immediately. The only nature left at The Salmon Hole is a small wooded area on the Burlington side, and a very thin area of lightly grown areas on the Winooski side. I doubt that the area of the untouched riverbank on either side is able to support the same kind of ecosystem as it would have in past years because major paved roads cut off this area on every side. I have never seen deer here, which is unsurprising because I can’t imagine that even deer could safely make it to this area without becoming roadkill.