Monday

They are talking rain....no monsoons please. We could use just about five drops to get the hay growing...

All day Saturday helicopters flew over and hovered nearby. I was home alone with Beck as everyone else was at the auction. I thought it was early for pot hunts, but maybe that was what it was....or they were trapping speeders on the Thruway. I wondered at the pontoons on one of them.
The truth was much sadder. A poor man lost his life in the river.

That darned river is more like an industrial-strength-type river than something friendly and comforting. I have fished from shore a few times, but it is just too strong and scary for me. If you throw a lure in it races away down stream like it was towed by a barge. I have nightmares about it....I really do, several times a year......It is beautiful too though, like a shining mirror glowing up through the new leaves on the cottonwoods, early in the morning when I look out from the office. I don't much like to get close to it though......and I am so sorry for the family and friends of the poor man.