“I always think kingfishers look like toy Prussian soldiers!” Will commented, stepping nimbly up onto an uprooted tree projecting into the stagnant shallow water. Shading his eyes from the sun, he pointed to a Great Blue Heron standing motionless not far from us. Out in the deep channel of the river a barge moved slowly north. “How would you like to stand that still for so long?”
“I would feel like a zen master,” I replied.
Morning on the Hudson, clear blue immensity above, the sun glinting off the water. We had come to explore Falling Waters Preserve, an 168-acre slice of paradise that serves as a summer retreat for the Dominican Sisters of Sparkill. The Sisters have entered into an agreement with the Esopus Creek Conservancy and Scenic Hudson that restricts development and creates public access to a portion of it.
After the monsoon conditions of the previous month, it was a relief to be able to walk outside on a dry day. (From Woodstock we had driven Glasco Turnpike, only to be stopped by a road closing. It looked like a bridge had fallen victim to the floods.)