Black River Picnic

Emerging from the Pottersville Deli with lunch, we drive south along the Black River to the McCan Mill Bridge. Once there, we perch on our usual picnic bench (the ledge of cement under the bridge) and let our bare feet dangle in the river. And though the water on our toes flows onward, perhaps all the way to the ocean, the river as a whole remains the same. Forever it will be where we learned to swim, where the hounds cool off after a lively rabbit hunt, and the best place around to picnic on buttered hard rolls and Yoo-hoo.