Rocks

Rocks in the river -- look out for that one. I love this rock, it looks like a dog sitting there and as our canoe comes around the bend, I look for the "dog," and then I know we're close to the old swimming hole. We can see the high-tension bridge going over the Franklin side of the river, and we know that further on there are the high-tension wires, the blueberry bushes, and the great big rock to sit on and talk with my brother Charlie while I muster up courage to go into the water with the turtles, the snakes, and the bloodsuckers.