Gelid Crab Creek Crossing, Quansoo.

It’s been cold, the coldest January in years. Our woodstove is hungry. When it’s frigid out, the second story chills off, and we feel cold air cascading down the stairs. We close off the upstairs rooms when they are not in use, to save fuel.

The world outside is cold,  sharp, piercing.

The word outside is “gelid”.

Gelid comes to us from the Latin, “gelu”, which means frost. “Gelare” is the verb form. Other English words that come from from this root are “gelatine”, “jelly”, and yes, the product “Jell-O”.

Gelid doesn’t wiggle like jelly.

Gelid is hard, “earth-like-iron” hard.

But too much sitting by the stove can give you cabin fever.

The best cure for cabin fever is to get outside, preferably into nature.

Yesterday’s cabin fever was cured by a trip to Quansoo.

The hours I spent there were a balm.

To get to the beach at Quansoo, you have to cross the bridge.

There I tarried.


Crab Creek Bridge, Quansoo.

While piling meets water, big lumps shoulder their way above the icy plane of the creek.


As Rabelais might have said, it was arctic, bitter, bone-chilling, chill, chilly, coldish, cool, coolish, freezing, frigid, frosty, cold, glacial, ice-cold, icy, nipping, nippy, numbing, polar, shivery, snappy, and wintry.


There is no ogre under the bridge today.


From above, ice and wood make an abstract design.



Everything looks colder in Black and White….



To be continue…..


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