Tag: Bushkill Creek

Heading to the Bacon Festival in downtown Easton this morning, I intentionally past the Bushkill Creek, hoping to relieve pressure from school. The creek indeed looked vigorous, energetically flowing forward to a destiny of its own. This vitality of the stream transferred its energy to me, encouraging me to keep pursuing my personal goal. What is more, I found something different from this.  The flow of water in the creek is flexible – it had different speeds and forms at different places.

Beneath the Bushkill street, the water was rapid; along the Bushkill Drive, the water became so tranquil that it seemed to stop moving at the moment; approaching the dam near the Bushkill Curtain, the water began rushing and made me felt powerful. These different states of water reminded me of a quote from the “Analect of Confucious,” a collection of Confucian ideas in ancient China. “The wise find pleasure in water; the virtuous find pleasure in hills.” Wise men are as flexible as rivers – by the ability to see the nature of things, they could adapt themselves to changing circumstances without adhering sturdily to some fixed standard or rule.

Yesterday afternoon, I had an adventure, or an exploration, along the Bushkill Creek. Started from the little dam down the hill of Lafayette College, I reached somewhere west side of Easton cemetery. For a while, as I walked along Bushkill drive and thought I lost the creek-I could only see the highway and could not find a way to access the creek again- an old wooden bridge suddenly came into my sight. I was so delighted by this discovery and decided to walk across the bridge. However, doing it was not easy because the bridge is mostly rotted. The gaps between the logs are very large, and the mosses make it very slippery to walk on. I was a little proud after walking across it successfully. When reached the other side of the river, I found a quite famous nature trail I didn’t know before. Walking along the trail back to school, I saw colorful fabrics that hang between tree branches, artistic display of pebble that form a circular labyrinth, and many graffiti-arts. Later, I knew from an exhibition board that the trial was named after Karl Stirner, a dedicated man who contribute tremendous artworks to Easton. It was a joyful exploration.