The Great Echo: Anyone?

Ann says these look like ballerinas.

Since I am, today, apparently heading to a new record for visits in one day over the past decade of blogging (a record low, as it turns out) it seems a little like talking to myself, but I am going to retell yet another winter tale that is recorded in Slow Road Home, and whose memory has never left. The stories, alas, become a some bloggers’ way of seeing their shadows to confirm existence. I guess I’m one such blogger. 

This is  cautionary tale–one of those mishap-adventures we retell ourselves as a lesson, and sometimes, but not often enough, actually take to heart and change our risky ways.

So for them what is out there yet, and mostly for my own benefit, here is the most serious tale of a brush with death-on-ice. Really!

I will break this piece up into three, partly because I have a dozen hours of meetings in the next couple of days, and can have these installments in draft and ready to post in the early morning before I leave for a full day of folding-metal-chair buttitis. I just love committees, don’t you?

And I will dribble out a few ice image from this past week like the one above, prudently grabbed during the creek ice’s short existence: the warm rain of the past few days has done away with all the ice goblins, bells, and other nameless adornments I’ll show you.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. “folding-metal-chair buttitis” – what a marvelous Fredism! Looking forward to your next death-and-Mother Nature-defying post.

  2. I’ve been out of town and away from computers for awhile and have missed your posts. So glad you haven’t given up posting, Fred. I love starting my day with them.