Daily Archives: January 4, 2005

What’s a gigglefern?

To understand you must be willing to indulge in romantic flights of fancy … to have felt magic in the woods and enchantment in the rain. Imagine being deep in a redwood grove, mossed over and alive with ferns that stand as high as your head. It’s raining and the ferns are happy. They glisten and they glow and yes … they even giggle. We heard them and we’ll never be the same.

Once upon a time we had a dream to live among these ferns and run the Blue Heron Kayak School and the Giggling Fern Café. But life evolves and so did that dream. One thing didn’t change: a wish that there will always be herons to lead us down the river while ferns giggle secretly along the bank, and that we never lose our ability to dream.

Stout Grove on a dry day when the ferns were silent.

Jeff Wallach, What the River Says

It’s clear to me that I will return here, as well as to other wilderness frontiers within me—whether next year or some time later—because I know that what the river says is what I need to hear: to know myself, to feel wild again, to confront my own limits and move beyond them into the untamed country on the other side. I will return here in spite of the river’s name; but I will never return the same again, and that, after all, is most clearly what the river says.