The girls and I got home late Saturday night from the Maple Festival – it was remarkable. I don’t know about them, but I was exhausted in that way you only get when you’ve spent a full day having a really, really great time. The girls are so much fun and yet so composed. I was talking with my friend Mark about it and I told him they’re like three little buddhas. It’s amazing they’re so well-behaved at such a young age. And sitting in the car for 2 or 3 hours each way! Incredible.
Anyway, it was nice to get back down to the river with my little pack on a pleasant Sunday morning. The river’s coming down from a pretty deep (nearly 15′) flood but it was still nearly at 13′ on Sunday morning. Which means lots of muddy trails. Here’s Ivory by The Altar, which was under ~3″ of water:
Later (away from the river!) we ran across a nice guy named Peter with a magnificent 1 y.o. English Mastiff named Trudy. He was kind enough to take our picture:
When we reluctantly returned to home, the charming fragrance of a dozen hyacinths filled the driveway: