On our most recent visit we watched the tiny fry (baby fish) and tadpoles swim in the shallow river's edge. The time before that, there was a crawfish. There are always geese and ducks and deer. And if we get there early enough, we have the whole space to ourselves to breathe and listen to the sound of the river. It feels just right.
While we are sad that our summer visits to our happy place are drawing to a close, we are getting excited to see how beautiful the trees look in the fall. And the boys want to visit in the winter to see what the river looks like then. And when the mountain snow begins to melt, we can't wait to see what happens to the river banks. Before we know it, we'll be back to summer and our favorite spot.