Floats tailed-up on the “beach” where the ice-cold spring brook empties into the pond
Not a sound.
If I was sitting in front of someone, say I was sitting in front of you, and I showed you this picture and said it was completely silent you would probably be thinking to yourself, “Aw come on, there must be some birds making noises.” Not a peep…no black-capped chickadee’s chirping in the branches around my head, no loon melodies floating across the water, no eagle’s screeching along the ridge behind me…nothing. You might then go on to say, “But what about the wind in the tall pines and spruce?” Nope–can’t hear any movement in the trees. Just look at the accompanying photo and you will see that the water is nearly a mirror–scratch the wind making any noise. At this point you might have a puzzled look on your face and you would be skeptical still. “No noise? Not even a far away truck, or plane, or chainsaw…something???” Nothing at all. Well to be totally forthcoming, I can hear my heart beating and I can hear the pine needles and moss gently giving way to my feet when I move–but that is it.
Have you ever stood somewhere and heard nothing? It’s wonderful really, eerily strange and refreshing all at the same time. I mean we always have some sort of background noise. Right now for instance, you must hear something? One would think the woods are quite active and there is always something to hear, most of the time they’d be right, but every so often you get complete silence. It’s as if you’re being watched. It can be quite disconcerting–especially in the woods at night.
This particular day I flew into my secret pond, a pond we shall forever deceivingly call ‘Soliven’ Pond in order to keep any competition away from the pond’s sizable brook trout! I stepped off the float and into the cool ankle-deep water then pulled the plane up securely on the shore and walked a short distance into the woods to do a little exploring. I am typically very quiet in the woods out of habit and find myself really taking my time in order to be as quiet as possible and also to slow down and look at all the interesting things most people would walk right by. Within one hundred feet of the plane I spy an old wooden canoe being absorbed back into the ground along with its iron chain and paddle lock, a feather lost by a passing grouse, and a bobcat track in the stream-bed by the plane–possibly looking for that wayward grouse.
So it was not surprising that it had taken me nearly five minutes to walk the short distance into the surrounding trees. I hadn’t gone far at all when I felt a strong urge to turn around, as if something was behind me. Succumbing to the urge I slowly turned around to see what was so alluring, so tempting. The photo you see with this story cannot, and does not, do any justice to what I was witnessing–a beautiful sunrise that silhouetted my airplane with a gorgeous frame of trees and moss all glistening with the sun’s rays highlighting the morning dew. Absolutely stunning–and only made better by the complete and utter silence that surrounded me this cool autumn day.
As I stood there bathing in the sun’s morning warmth and soaking it all in, I was presented with one notable sense that could not be overlooked…I was consumed by a very “earthy” smell, the smell of freshly fallen leaves along with leaves of years past slowly melting in their unavoidable journey towards decay and return to the golden forest floor. I didn’t want to lose this picture in my mind so I took this photo in order to attempt to relive the experience later, or better yet, try to share it with others. After a minute–two max, I took a deep breath of this fresh mountain air, turned around and slipped quietly into the silent woods around me…