Overhead View of Salmon Hole
It’s very quiet at Salmon Hole today. It’s nice to be able to put on a jacket and enjoy the crisp and fresh fall air. The smell of the water adds to the freshness. I don’t hear any birds singing, only the occasional car passing by on the road up the hill from my spot. Almost every day since I arrived on campus has been windy, or at the least slightly breezy but everything was perfectly still. The scene looked as if it were frozen in time, the static only broken by the slight rippling of the water down the rapids and the sound of traffic above me. Before I left, I went down to the water and swirled a couple fingers in the water. It was frigid, and the shock of the cold water heightened my senses. Perhaps a polar plunge is in order before I leave for winter break.
Salmon Hole has undergone much change since I saw it last. Most of the trees had transformed into their last vibrant display of color before withering and preparing for the cold winter months. A few red maple and white oak trees still held on to what leaves they could. Even the small shrubs have lost their leaves, and the milkweed is now gone. Everything is dull, quiet, and grey, silently beginning their long vigil though the winter.