Sharing: Your Scribe was somewhat excited when I realized a huge tree on the river bank had blown into the water. I would have a dock; it appeared that another benefit was a sand beach.

But the view that has emerged does not conjure up the idyllic scene that Henry and Jane had in the iconic film, "On Golden Pond."

My dramatic production might be dubbed, "Trying to Enjoy a Riverfront Lot Ruined by Erosion."

The above photo depicts the tree in the Sandy River. In the foreground is my 17-year-old Old Town canoe.

Pine and spruce are always falling into the Sandy, because the sand that gives the waterway its name is not effective at holding the trees in the ground. There are scores of trees in the river, as we know from paddling over the years.

Bright note: Kevin the Well Digger said he would drive his Jeep down to the water, and try to winch it out. I can't imagine he can travel the 700 yards from driveway to the water. But here is a handyman with more than his share of derring-do, so maybe we'll try it.

I know I should sound more like a stoic naturalist: the Sandy gives and the Sandy takes away.

But right now what I'm feeling is . . . I miss that semi-pristine view I once had of this fine-looking body of water - as pictured here.

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