Throwback Thursday: What memories does flowing water bring to your mind? #TBT

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It's Thursday!

Three weeks ago, my friend Steve and I hiked to Lake Blanche in Utah. We reached the lake at 8:30 pm and enjoyed the beautiful scenery for a bit and then hiked back down. Along the trail runs a river. Because of all the snowfall this winter, the river still sounds like a spring river, lots of water in it. About halfway down it got pitch black but we could hear the river for the rest of the way. The sound of rivers and streams is just mesmerizing to me.  I don´t know what it is but it just brings me back to my youth. Something magical. It was awesome hearing the river for that second half of the way down. Loved it!

Soooo, what memories does flowing water bring to your mind?

Let’s make it a great Thursday!

KGM  

[Andy Gladstone]

I grew up in a suburban area of Long Island, NY. Every house was basically the same, and the lot sizes almost identical, which was the way Long Island was developed in the 1950's and 1960's. We all had wooded backyards, two story houses, etc. Each house and yard was basically a facsimile of the next.

However, across the street the houses had a hidden secret. There was a babbling brook that ran between the backs of those houses and the houses behind them. The brook appeared over ground and disappeared underground at intervals. When I was 10 years old a few of us decided to trace the brook and walked the path it followed behind the houses at the back of the yards all the way to the bay that it emptied in. There was a point behind the Walter's house where the brook was over ground and about a foot deep where it bubbled and gurgled with elevation changes and drops. I remember the first time we foind it, and over the years between 10-13 years old went back there so many times to just listen to and watch the movement of the water before it disappeared underground again. 

@Kristján Geir Mathiesen as usual you touched the recesses of my memories and gave me the opportunity to relive some of that excitement and serenity, 35 years after the initial discovery. 

[Dan Breyen]

Walking across the Mississippi River is something that can start a conversation.  Yes, I can say I've done it.  Mind you, at Lake Itasca in Minnesota, the headwaters of the river, it's only about 25 feet wide, 

But yes, I have walked across the river. :)

[Dave Mathijs]

The sound of flowing water or falling rain is calming for me.

The Rain sounds playlist on Spotify helps when I can't get to sleep.

Wooosah!

[Tamanna Godara]

Happy Thursday! Water = Calmness. I love all the beach holidays with my family.

[Kristján Geir Mathiesen]

Thanks all for sharing!

Very welcome @Andy Gladstone and so glad this is an enjoyable memory :) You paint a vivid picture. I´d love now to come and see your childhood neighborhood. 

Wow @Dan Breyen that is pretty, really.

@Dave Mathijs I love to hear the falling rain. Appropriately, today it is raining outside of my home :)

The beach, @Tamanna Godara !!!! I miss it so much now that I live inland. I grew up right next to the ocean but we didn´t have nice beaches though. Still, the ocean I just love.

[Amanda Barber]

Our first house was near a small bridge that went over a little brook. We took many walks there when my oldest was little. In 2020, for her 10th birthday we put together a scavenger hunt of sorts and visited places we loved throughout the last 10 years. My mom raced around ahead of us to put a balloon, a small prize, and the next clue out. Ahh, the lengths we went to for special birthdays during a pandemic! 😅

[Benjamin]

Reminds me of waterfalls. There's a county or national park not too far where I'm located where if you hike all the way till the end, there is waterfall to cool off. Nothing like Niagara Falls.:) More like a calmer stream of water where you can sit and relax and be in your own thoughts. 

[Ananjan_Mishra]

Hey there, everyone! Wishing you all a fantastic Thursday filled with joy and positivity!

I couldn't agree more with @Tamanna Godara   and @Dave Mathijs  

There's something magical about flowing water that brings a sense of tranquility and relief. Whenever I go back to my village hometown, we love sitting by the riverbank, and it's incredibly calming.

It's like all our worries just melt away, and we get lost in the peaceful surroundings. Such precious moments!

Sending a big thank you to @Kristján Geir Mathiesen   This lovely memory flashback brought a smile to my face!!

[Kai Becker]

I did a train trip through the Canadian Rockies about ten years ago. 
Sitting in a train and constantly following water running through these mighty rock formations is something I will never forget.

I can also connect to @Dave Mathijs, as flowing water always calms me down, even after the most stressful day.

[Dave Wuensch _Decadis AG_]

It reminds me of my son's teddy bear, who could also make that water sound. The moonie bear was the perfect sleeping aid for the little one. Whenever I hear running water, I think of this teddy. 

[Summer Hogan]

Flowing water reminds me of Oak Creek Canyon near Sedona, AZ! I remember all the times as kids my parents and grandparents would take us camping there. We would slide down slide rock and put our feet in the creek. It was so delightful! I have visited there so many times just to remember all the great memories of when I was a kid and would camp there.

Thanks @Kristján Geir Mathiesen for brining back such enjoyable childhood memories. 

[Kristján Geir Mathiesen]

Happy Friday and thanks everyone for your wonderful comments and memories. LOVE IT! So glad you guys had fun with this week's #TBT. Have a great weekend.

[Marjorie]

Kayaking on Pomme de Terre lake with my husband. We would kayak the lake until it turned into a river.

[Sayed Bares _ServiceRocket_]

It was Bukit Tabur for me even though it was raining and the trail is quite dangerous but the scenery was worth it. Here is a picture without any filters:

[Ram Kumar Aravindakshan _Adaptavist_]

I tend to think of the beach or seaside to get away on a holiday.

[Benjamin Horst]

In the mid of the 90's I had the pleasure of a long sailing trip that lead us through the panama canal. 

While I later learned that it's rather a lake than a river it was one of the most impressive human constructed things I have experienced and it sprang right to my mind when thinking of flowing water.

We stopped there and spent a night in the canal. After months of salt water it was such a great feeling to bath in fresh water.

I still remember the excitement when we swung on the ropes of the foresail into the water.  Good thing we didn't have mobile phones. Our parents saw the pictures months later and nobody interrupted the fun.

[Randy O'Neal]

I grew up in rural Indiana.  When I was a child - back in the early '60's - Dad had a flat-bottom jonboat.  He had grown up with experiences of floating a boat down the Wabash river in Indiana.  When I came along and got a few years under my belt, we began those trips together.  Each summer was filled with provisioning ourselves for a 3-5 day float-trip down the river.  We'd sleep on sandbars under makeshift tents, we'd eat canned food heated over an open fire, and we'd fish.  We usually didn't catch many fish, but every now and then we'd catch a catfish or two, and those made it into the dinner plans for the evening.

Some years, we'd invite a friend of Dad's from work to come along, and he would bring his son, so I'd have someone my age to hang with during the trip.

To say I have fond memories of those trips would be over-selling them; on reflection, I really enjoyed the time with Dad... but I was always wary of the trips.  Dad's boat motor was always finicky to say the least; it was always under-powered for the size of boat he had, and once we had all our camping supplies and food loaded in the boat, it always felt like we were only riding a few inches above the water.  Plus... the Wabash river is an unforgiving, dangerous river, full of floating trees, occasional quicksand sandbars, and unpredictable strong currents; it is not a river you take for granted.

Now that Dad's been gone for several years, I find myself reflecting on those times.  Rushing water has always been a part of my life... be it swimming, those crazy boat trips, fishing, camping near or on a river, or just hanging out at the beach.  I love the outdoors, I love being near, in, or on the water (we finally broke down and bought a pontoon boat of our own).  It's a rare event when I drive over a small creek or a river and not have thoughts roll through my mind wondering if you could successfully guide Dad's jonboat down through there, dodging sandbars and fallen trees... wondering if the water was deep enough to navigate.

[Tuncay Senturk]

Last week, I visited the city of my birth and upbringing, a place filled with nostalgic memories. I fondly remember the time when my father drove us to a neighboring city, home to a magnificent fjord.

More than three decades later, I had the joy of driving my own children there, and they were absolutely enchanted by the experience. Looking ahead, I hope that someday, when they have children of their own (although I'm in no rush to be a grandparent just yet), they'll continue this tradition, sharing stories of our time together and keeping my memory alive.

[Brant Schroeder]

It just brings me peace.

[vikram]

There is a bridge in my town, which reminds me, my school days, where we used to go for swimming without telling in home and we used to hang out at the river bed on sundays and holidays.   

those days were crazy. 

 Vikram P