By Mark Emmons, Paddle Forward Team
This section reflects on the five days of paddling between Joliet and Spring Valley, IL. Now that we’ve spent a good chunk of time on the river, I want to talk about the connections forming on the water.
This section reflects on the five days of paddling between Joliet and Spring Valley, IL. Now that we’ve spent a good chunk of time on the river, I want to talk about the connections forming on the water.
Absorbing the River
Rivers
are interdisciplinary classrooms. There are plenty of metaphors to illustrate
this point, but I’ll go with the simplest one: rivers are connectors. They
connect point A and B upstream to point C downstream. But the connection goes
much deeper than geography. Rivers contain our most life-sustaining resource, and
thus allow the connections that make human life possible – commerce, fishing,
industry, agriculture, etc. In paddling down the Illinois River, we get the
opportunity to study all of these subjects.
With
all this material surrounding us, I feel like a sponge, absorbing everything
around me. Since we face the unknown around every river bend, each curve
becomes an opportunity to learn. All it takes is a set of eyes and the
curiosity to use them. It’s that childlike wonder that gets us to ask
questions, to suspend the belief that we understand everything going on around
us. Much of what we see on the river comes with no explanation, so we take
pleasure in coming up with theories. On the day we paddled 25 miles from Joliet
to Morris, we came across some rusted-out barges half-submerged in the river.
What happened there? Well, a barge
company could have abandoned them. Or perhaps there was a wreck. Have we
considered the possibility of river pirates? We had no way of actually discovering
the answer, but our minds raced with creative hypotheses and questions. In this
instance, we didn’t uncover any further evidence, so we created our own story
to explain it. For fun’s sake, we ended up staging a reenactment of our take on
the events that led to the barges sinking (river pirates were the leading
theory; here is the link to our video on YouTube!).
But sometimes, we do end up learning the rest of the story. Our
group is constantly ingesting new information and connecting it to our earlier
experiences. Constantly. Many times a day. Often, we take in visual information
while we’re paddling and only make sense of it days later. For example, the day
we left Morris, we saw the landscape become more rocky and bluffy as we paddled
down to our next campsite at Starved Rock State Park. This park is the gem of
Illinois, home to sandstone canyons that rise up a hundred feet above their
sandy bottoms. We devoted an entire day to hiking/running through the park and
marveling at the geological wonders. At the end of the day, I had thoroughly
enjoyed the canyons, but still did not understand why they were there. Two
weeks later and 112 miles downstream, we unexpectedly learned the answer from
Mike Wiant, the director of the Dickson Mounds Museum in Lewistown, IL. It turns
out that a massive glacial flooding event carved out the canyons 16,000 years ago.
This information would have felt completely irrelevant to me without our visit
to Starved Rock to pique my curiosity. Something as abstract as geologic
history can come alive when I can connect an expert’s explanation to my own observations.
We’ve also been fortunate with our chance encounters with the locals of the Illinois River. In a way, the river is embodied in these people. When we left Starved Rock, we paddled to the small town of Spring Valley, and camped at a boat launch. In the morning, I awoke to the river illuminated by a golden fog. As we were taking down camp, a Ford truck rolled over to observe this hectic scene. Out of the truck walked 75 year-old Bob Posey, a member of the Spring Valley Walleye Club. We got to talking, and I listened to his story. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but it captured me with how tightly it was bound to the river. Bob had fished this stretch of the river his whole life, and seen it change with pollution, then restoration, then Asian Carp. His face lit up as he told me, “I used to take moving pictures of my kids waterskiing on the river, and you’d think it was a wilderness paradise.” We both looked out at the Illinois to admire its morning splendor, and at that moment, his words rung true. For that moment, I felt a powerful connection to this 75 year-old man, brought together by our collective experience of the river.
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