Deborah Lewis

Sixteen inch radial inner tubes are ten bucks apiece and can't be beat
for river floatation devices.
We were out digging the Skull of Satan out of a sand bar, up to our shins
in river muck when we decided the water was still high enough, but just
slow enough for floating.

The Skull of Satan turned out to be (maybe) a bison, minus the lower jaw
bone, but the inner tubes turned out to be a whole day and part of a
nights worth of fun. Tomorrow we're going to schlepp them off to the
lake and see how far we can drift before we have to be rescued.

I got a gash in my right hip (ok, butt cheek) and didn't know it was
really a gash until I was out of the water.
The eleven year old expert said it was probably from a sharp stick. He
was poked once in the foot by a sharp stick and so now anything that
stabs unsuspecting fun worshipers is probably a stick. I told my family
what it really was but they're having a hard time accepting the
possibility of a great white shark in the waters of Montana.

Last week we found a small colony of Pelicans at east end of the Nevada
Creek reservoir where Pelicans never stay for more than a brief stop
over. This group of fifty four has been there since the end of June,
along with a hundred or more Canadian geese and other assorted waterfowl.
Our last day there we counted six Great blue Herons. Dylan practiced
skipping stones. We tried to catch crayfish without getting pinched. We
found some nice rocks to add to the collection.

I'll be thinking of you all tomorrow while I'm floating at Georgetown
lake, watching the sand pipers and getting sunburned here in balmy
Montana where the temperature reached a nearly tropical one hundred and
one degrees on Saturday.

Deb L, loving summer.

Deb Lewis

Well, dang. Wrong list. <snort>

Deb L, who hasn't even looked at the merlot yet...maybe that's the
problem...