It was a beautiful morning; just right for a ride with Marion. We decided to cross the river and head for the weirs, after we shook our escort down to only two dogs.
We stopped at a majestic cottonwood for pictures.
If you look closely, you’ll see Peaches peeking around the corner to see why we’re not coming. The dogs are very patient with us; the horses, not so much.
They don’t like stopping on the weirs very much. The concrete underfoot and the rushing noise of the waters must be a bit unsettling. However, they cooperated today, so we could get a good shot downstream. Or downgreen, anyway.
Not much water was visible. If we looked upstream, though . . .
. . . it was a lot different. The big weir gates were almost closed. Only a trickle was being allowed into the river, and the rest diverted to the canal off to the right.
Here’s a peek at the water that was being let through. Not very much, but a bit more was being redirected back into the river downstream.
The weather has improved a lot, with a pleasant breeze welcoming us as we turned for home.
Sometimes I think it must seem that Kitty exists only as a pair of red ears, so here she is enjoying a well-earned reward.
See? She’s red all over!