From the Bow:
by sherri

Whew! What a month it's been. We recoiled in horror at Katrina, then came Rita. For those of us who love the water, facing the damage of its rage was humbling.
And we were spared. It's time for gratitude.
The Monday morning email chatter was full of umpteen-hour-drives-getting-nowhere stories. What we couldn't say in all the babble was how, once again, nature had brought us to our knees and made a mockery of all our futile attempts at control.
Our big plans for a fall festival got pushed aside when the state park was closed. Actually, we learned later that the park re-opened but it was too late to recoup. Sorry, Cecilia, that your event was sacrificed after all your effort. Maybe next year?
Our parks took one beating from the storms and another, sheltering evacuees. Short on funds already, they have a tough struggle ahead. Write your state representative and senator to remind them that we need parks. Parks are more than fun; they rebuild weary souls.
Now the cooler weather and calmer water beckon. We go forth a bit more timidly, with renewed respect.
See you on the river?