Green River

We're back from a quick weekend at the River House, and happy to report all is well. We spent Friday night eating pizza and watching movies. I'm happy to report that we spent both mornings in bed watching cartoons, eating cereal, and drinking tea.
On Saturday afternoon, Liz and Jeff joined us, along with Jeff's sweet old dog, Kai. It was weird not to have Wilson there with us - click-clacking across the hard wood floors and barking at the ice maker - so when Kai showed up, things felt more homey. Jeff was happy to visit for his first time, but disappointed that my dad wasn't there to fish with him. We all seconded that, except not in terms of fishing.

The river was clear as can be, green and lush like it is during the summer. You could tell the water had gone up quite a bit and then gone back down. We spent a lot of time staring at the river, and Jeff spent several hours fishing, but no fish were sighted.

This is a close-up of the log jam upstream. You can tell the water was up many, many more feet than it is now by the way all of the logs and debris were deposited up in the trees.

There was one casualty - A tree branch. More than just a branch, though. If you look at the tree from which the branch fell, you can see that the portion lying on the ground was about half of the tree branches. We left it there, not sure what Dad wanted to do with it. It didn't seem to be posing a problem, plus I'm a wuss for doing laborious things near the cliff.

Well, that's the report! Until next time...