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On a May morning more than 300 years ago, two unlikely explorers set out on a four-month voyage that carried them thousands of miles through the heart of wild North America.
They were Father Jacques Marquette, a studious Jesuit two weeks shy of his 36th birthday, and Louis Joliet, a 27-year-old philosophy student turned fur trader. Their journey helped to initiate the first white settlements in the vast North American interior, and one of their many stops was The Chicago Portage.
Music: The Journey
I took my spouse on a little hike
To a place, steeped in our history
I took her to The Chicago Portage
And what a marvelous place to see
It is my hometown’s ‘Plymouth Rock’
It is where Marquette and Joliet, arrived
They traveled here by canoe, back in 1673
And it has been preserved, for all of this time
As soon as we began sauntering down its wooded trail
We forgot that we were surrounded by an enormous city
We were quickly transported back, over three hundred years
And we had a marvelous feeling, of utter peace and tranquility
We were walking where these explorers had, with their native guide
We were awe-struck by massive trees, which are hundreds of years old
The forest here is still filled with the songs of wondrous birds of all kinds
Wild animals still thrived here, as they did, all those three centuries ago
We saw painted turtles, joyously sunning themselves on logs in the river
We watched a family of wood ducks, swimming along the river’s shore
We saw a beaver dam, and a magnificent white heron fishing for its lunch
For a nature lover/history buff like me, I could not have asked for more
And as I stood here, taking in all this history and natural wonder
I suddenly wished that I had been on that epic canoe ride with them
What a truly magnificent place to explore, before our destruction began
And I hope that places like this are preserved, for generations without end
I took my spouse on a little hike,
To a place, steeped in our history;
I took her to The Chicago Portage,
And what a marvelous place to be.
©September 2013, Mr. Ed
J K roseline
a rightful way of seeing it!
Lady Vivian
I'm reminded of the time in the early 1950s when we visited my mother's cousins in Chicago. They owned an ice making company and my twin brother and I accompanied the owner in his pickup as he made deliveries on a very hot Saturday morning. We navigated through miles and miles of truck trailers forming narrow alleys until we reached the Chicago River. I have a strong remembrance, while I saw boats on that river, it appeared to be solid, filled with so much flotsom and sewage. Looked like you could walk on it. Bad smells and smoke filled the unbearably hot air. I was very glad when we returned to the fresh clean cool air and cow urine filled streams of good old central Wisconsin.
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
Well done!
budd