We paddled against the current about two miles to get here. Hardly able to believe the good fortune that the campsite was open. We sat by the little creek for a bit and sipped some beers and then left to paddle up another mile or so where we beached the canoes at a sandbar and wandered in the shallow water for a bit. Then we floated back down, fishing unsuccessfully. When we got back to the site late in the afternoon we sat by the creek again and sipped some beers.
Cold water flowing
White pines with negative space
Laughter of good friends