Putting in at Williams Ford Access. Thanks Granny for shuttling us.
The river was about a foot higher than normal. This is actually the gravel road we are standing on.
Dad setting off over the bridge.
Granny watched Camille while we floated.
Always a sucker for white sycamore branches and a blue sky.
Trey showing off his monster catch.
I caught you a delicious bass.
Dad and his first catch.
Brian fishing in just a pair of shorts and river hat. Yes it was 75 degrees the first weekend of November.
Trey waiting for the big one.
While everyone else was fishing, I passed the time by stacking rocks and taking pictures. I thought these might look good as a series of photos.
Just a sycamore leaf, water, rocks, and shadow.
Dad making his bed of straw. He swears it was the most comfortable night's sleep ever. He just slept in a sleeping bag with no tent. Noel slept in a hammock. Brian slept on a folding lawn chair, and Trey and I slept in tents.
Sausage, eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, and toast...breakfast of champions.
Leftover firewood sculpture.
We camped across the river from an old run down shack. It was in pretty rough shape, but the dining room table still had cups and plates on it.
More fishing and floating.
Noel and I explored Saltpeter Cave.
We made it partway back into the cave, and the flashlight Dad lent us gave out. Luckily we weren't too far back, and we managed to "shake" a little more life out of the batteries.
I know you can't really tell the scale of the photo, but this room of the cave was fairly tall.
Noel pretending to eat the bat.
No float trip is complete without throwing rocks at a target.
Slingshot + endless supply of rocks + beer can = fun.
Dad throwing rocks at the can.
Can you spot the monsters. Brian made these.
Taking out at Moon Valley Access.
Dad checking his voicemail.
Camille having fun as usual.