When I rode yesterday, I was interested to see evidence that there had been real water in the river. There isn’t any now, but I could see its tracks, so to speak. I wondered if the dying trees hand gotten a reprieve.
So we — Kitty, me, Peaches, and Xena, as usual — set out to see where it had come from.
It was a beautiful day for a ride.
We headed upriver, with Xena showing the way.
Pretty soon, we came to the beaver pond. It was higher than usual. (I should have waited for the dust to settle.)
So . . . we went on.
It turned out that there was a lot of water being bypassed from the canal into the river.
I think we would have had more of it downriver, if not for those busy beavers.
I’ve got to restrain myself a little. Ever since I realized I could use the iPhone to take pictures from Kitty’s back, I’ve been immortalizing every ride. I’m sure Kitty is tired of stopping all of the time.
Or maybe not.