Every time I see the Franklin, every time I study a photo of it, or if I reflect on being there, I feel a powerful emotion. The hairs on the back of my neck might stand up, or I get goosebumps, or I might get a tear, particularly if I reflect on the fact that they were going to destroy it. Depends on the mood too. It's easy to get lost in thought when you think how close we all came to losing it, then to stand there and see it, to feel at one with nature in this place, and to appreciate its beauty and uniqueness, is truly a privilege. I am lucky that I can go to these places.
What about that famous photo of Rock Island Bend? (Two other copies with quite different colour here and here.)
I suppose my feelings of the Franklin stem from my first walk to it, my first overnight walk in Tasmania some 20 years ago - 4 days and 3 nights, and I got to swim across the river in light rain as part of that journey.
More recently, the very special day I spent camped at the Irenabyss for two nights, having a whole leisure day there. Photos from that walk in this topic.
And most recently, the trip past Mt McCall to the Franklin River (here), where I was able to take this photo...

I remember last year on the radio, there was a celebration of the 25th Anniversary of the high court decision. I remember sitting in my car listening to a reflection of events of the time.
I have come across a very interesting read on the internet - on the Wilderness Society site, here.
As well, there are two Youtube videos - a documentary of the Franklin River blockade. Part 1 and Part 2.
Lots of related links on Youtube as well.
Then there's Wikipedia.
Do you remember it? Were you involved? Did you even get arrested?
I thought I would start this topic to air my feelings about it and see whether it is indeed a common feeling. Share with us your feelings and stories on this mighty river.
As well, I would like to take this opportunity to publicly and unashamedly take my hat off and bow my head in respect and thanks to those that assisted in its saving.