Hello all, if you have the time and the inclination, please consider joining us in a day of fun and adventure beginning with an outing to the Glacial Potholes of Shelburne Falls.
What are these "Potholes" you ask?
In Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts there is a dammed river, the bed of which consists of mammoth slabs of stone. During the ice ages, rocks ranging from pebbles to boulders were picked up by the ice and carried over the stone river bed. Through the forces of time, tide and pressure, these rocks were drilled into the underlying layer of stone, creating smooth and symmetrical holes of all sizes visible to all due to the dam holding back the river.
Add to that natural wonder a raging waterfall, craggy precipices to jump from, slippery moss to slip on and NO municipal supervision and what do you get? A Hell of a time, that's what!
But wait, there's more!
"What more could you add?" you ask? "How could this possibly get any better/more absurd?" you posit?
Well, the icing on this particular cake is the sign at the top of the dam. The sign that warns menacingly: "Sudden surge of water when horn sounds and light flashes, leave the area at once". You see, the billions of gallons of water are held back by little more than an aging system of planks and beams. I don't know if or when this happens, but if the aforementioned surge of water were to occur and one was recreating in the gulley at the bottom of the waterfall, one would be hard pressed to scramble back up to safety before being swept up by a rush of water rivaled only by that spot of bother Noah is said to have dealt with.
So you see, the whole deal is ludicrously dangerous!
I can't believe I dare to further pad this hyperbolic invitation, but if you are the rebellious type, you will be happy to know folks aren't actually allowed to enter the vicinity of the Potholes! The entire area was closed to the public a few years ago, but I have recently discovered that throngs of people still enjoy the deadly fun on a daily basis. The main point of access is locked, but enterprising thrill seekers (including little old ladies with beach chairs) simply walked around the corner and continued to partake of the inviting peril. (as thrill seekers are wont to do) If all of the above wasn't enough for you, the possibility of forced eviction by The Man also adds to the fun!
The weather report is all about sun and ecstasy for Saturday, 7/15, so clear you schedule and meet us at my place by 11. We will gather and convoy up to Shelburne Falls with bathing suits, coolers and sandwiches. Bring the Kids! Bring the pets! (please don't bring your pets)
Thank you
What are these "Potholes" you ask?
In Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts there is a dammed river, the bed of which consists of mammoth slabs of stone. During the ice ages, rocks ranging from pebbles to boulders were picked up by the ice and carried over the stone river bed. Through the forces of time, tide and pressure, these rocks were drilled into the underlying layer of stone, creating smooth and symmetrical holes of all sizes visible to all due to the dam holding back the river.
Add to that natural wonder a raging waterfall, craggy precipices to jump from, slippery moss to slip on and NO municipal supervision and what do you get? A Hell of a time, that's what!
But wait, there's more!
"What more could you add?" you ask? "How could this possibly get any better/more absurd?" you posit?
Well, the icing on this particular cake is the sign at the top of the dam. The sign that warns menacingly: "Sudden surge of water when horn sounds and light flashes, leave the area at once". You see, the billions of gallons of water are held back by little more than an aging system of planks and beams. I don't know if or when this happens, but if the aforementioned surge of water were to occur and one was recreating in the gulley at the bottom of the waterfall, one would be hard pressed to scramble back up to safety before being swept up by a rush of water rivaled only by that spot of bother Noah is said to have dealt with.
So you see, the whole deal is ludicrously dangerous!
I can't believe I dare to further pad this hyperbolic invitation, but if you are the rebellious type, you will be happy to know folks aren't actually allowed to enter the vicinity of the Potholes! The entire area was closed to the public a few years ago, but I have recently discovered that throngs of people still enjoy the deadly fun on a daily basis. The main point of access is locked, but enterprising thrill seekers (including little old ladies with beach chairs) simply walked around the corner and continued to partake of the inviting peril. (as thrill seekers are wont to do) If all of the above wasn't enough for you, the possibility of forced eviction by The Man also adds to the fun!
The weather report is all about sun and ecstasy for Saturday, 7/15, so clear you schedule and meet us at my place by 11. We will gather and convoy up to Shelburne Falls with bathing suits, coolers and sandwiches. Bring the Kids! Bring the pets! (please don't bring your pets)
Thank you
black ink on white paper is very aesthetically pleasing, and the easiest to read. ^_^
this is too far away from me?
perhaps if i got over my phobia of driving on the highway, i could actually go..
but i don't see that happening anytime soon.
sounds like fun though!