Pondering

I can still remember how hot and clean the summers himself East Boise. The wonderful days of brilliant sun long afternoons spent either swimming that the twin Bridges or swimming down by the river by our “cabin”. There was a time, I suppose, when the Boise River ran a lot higher than it did in those days when we would hang out as kids on the river bottom. We found this magnificent little shed or possibly boathouse (I say this because it was build up on pilings and had a little pier thrusting out over kind of a stagnant pond which is fed by backwaters of the river). Obviously the river used to run right underneath this little shed now a pond of sorts was all that was left. Finders keepers the law of childhood every kind of took over the “cabin”. No Windows and no door just a frame in the roof, and soon to be a pretty decent roof, and the pier over the pond. Thinking back it's kind of strange for as much time as we spent in that area summer winter fallen spring we rarely saw anybody else.

The best part about the river was that there is still quite a bit of foliage mainly trees large deciduous trees. There is evidence that at one time third been significant logging of the area. This may have been the foundation for the cabin at another point in time. There are huge piles literal mountains of sawdust not find sawdust more like wood chips like these piles of disposal area for processed with some sort from another point time it was all alone now lonely wanting someone to play with and we certainly fill that bill. We would take sometimes hamburger, sometimes bacon, sometimes eggs and sometimes meat steaks. On those nights when we could get away with it we would drag our sleeping bags and camping gear and spend the night. It would build a fire scare ourselves silly. But only were these mountains of wood chips but there is also aftermath of whatever logging had gone on great logs and trees which is never been used for event either cut or pushed over now rotting going back to the roots (excuse the pun). This what is ideal for campfire and cooking. This river bottom camping must've been okay because we never were accosted by grown-ups legal or otherwise. We figured it was open territory. We didn't think anyone really owned the area that we were messing in. I'm sure old MacDonald or Roger Fire Ranger would of loved to shown up and wrecked our fun. Thinking back and kind of surprised that old MacDonald didn't show up more than once as we got to our river bottom Camp because we had to cross through three or four independent farms, which are pretty large and are often watched over pretty closely but since we were pretty nondestructive and kids I just forgot away with it.

Boise is known as the city of trees. I'm sure this river bottom at one time was just forested heavily. I would like to see map. Of course, the river bottom is no longer open territory silly rich people have purchased the property of the ground and built Cathedral homes. I guess somebody figured out who owned the ground eventually and made out like bandits. Of course Boise River is a river and by definition is susceptible to flood. I guess particularly don't care they tend to live for today…