I seem to remember, some years ago, visiting a place in either Canada or (more probably) the USA, where the height of the land dictated which way two major rivers flowed - I suppose you could also call it the watershed. In other words - we stopped at the very highest point before we began to go downhill again. Maybe one of my American readers can enlighten me as to where it was - I rather think one of the rivers was the Colorado River.
We have our own Great Divide here in the Dales, albeit on a much smaller scale. The place where the rivers which flow into the North Sea and those which flow into the Irish Sea start.
Friend W and I crossed it today. We went on one of our journeys to Kirby Lonsdale in Cumbria to meet friends P and D for lunch in the wonderful Italian Restaurant called Avanti. Do visit it if you are ever in Kirby Lonsdale - it is such a lovely place with a great ambience and the most super Italian food. I promised them I would give them a mention on my blog!
When we left here in was pouring with rain and as we climbed higher into the Pennines we expected the weather to change - it almost always does when you get to the high point. The difference today we that it was pouring with rain in the East and the sun was shining in the West - usually it is wetter in the West. After our lunch and a look round the lovely little shops in KL we came back, as we almost always do, via Sedbergh and I have to say that the views of the Howgill Fells in the misty sunshine were exceptional.
The whole journey was one where we were accompanied by daffodils - several places where there were fields of wild ones; one lovely churchyard between KL and Sedbergh where the whole of the grass seemed to be covered by tiny wild daffodils and then yards of grass verges which had been planted. What a joy. By the time we returned into the Dales, it was raining again. but we got our sunshine from those flowers!
The lambs over in Cumbria are a little further on than ours - probably born two or three weeks before ours. They were tearing up and down the fields in groups, stopping after one made dash, turning and dashing back again. I saw one mum grazing on the top of a hillock. Her baby, full of the joys of Spring, was standing by her side and literally springing up and down on the spot.
Spring is almost in full flow, in spite of the weather. Now that April is due to arrive in a day or two, Spring is quite unstoppable, whatever the thermometer might tell us.
Sorry there are no photographs to show you of our journey, but I thought I would just enjoy it without.