Last time I checked in here, I mentioned I was going on a little road trip with some friends to a fairly remote (for the East Coast) Pocono stream. That was great fun - good fishing, good food, beautiful woodlands framing a crystal clear stream complete with a pair of Bald Eagles and a good sized black bear that came to visit one day while we sat on the porch of the lodge putting on our waders. Oh, and it rained more often than not during the trip, but that didn't dampen our spirits. In fact, it was one of those trips that gets put in a special box in the lifetime memory bank.
Here are the falls up river from the lodge. Those shelfs are naturally occuring and formed from shale.
And the bear after deftly swimming across the stream as though we didn't exist.
Besides that - worked, worked some more, traveled, played some golf, got the vegetable garden finished, fished a little, and spent time with my sweetheart. I'll try not to take so much time off from this fine work of prose in the future.
Life is Good. Sometimes it gets in the way of even noticing a little thing called time as it flies by.