A man sat in a lawn chair in the middle of the sandstone river bed as we kayaked past. "Enjoying God's Great ------- River?" he asked. We said we were. "Don't tell anybody about it," he warned. "They'll come and throw beer cans in it."
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Holly and Harper warm and dry
Harper is a fish. She was swimming in this water (briefly) in March, when most of the leaves were still buds on the trees. On this day she stayed dry.
