and Dad fished
and caught a lot of nice ones. No fish for dinner, they had no bucket with and the river is the color of coffee so who knows what those fish are harboring.
The water level is very, very low.
A stick full of the invasive zebra mussels.
The rest of us looked for cross rocks, which we did on the shore because with the water so low they were all on the dry ground. We were there with our farmish kind of friends and enjoyed PB&J sandwiches around a camp fire the boys wanted to start even though the temps were in the 90's. The little blur in the right hand corner is smoke from the fire.
A rainbow in the dam.