A couple of dozen of our best friends and Memorial weekend on the Saint Francis. Here are a few of my favorite moments:
Fishing is always a popular activity.
What a whopper of a catch!
Oops! On closer inspection, maybe not so much.
We discovered this strange prehistoric beast on a granite perch.
After day moved into night, a potato gun war broke out. Heads up, all ye enemies across the river!
One sad little face, begging to be released from tent jail. Not to worry, she got to join the party later.
And it was a weekend to remember for another reason, too.
Though I have no photos (cameras and water don't mix), one of the weekend's highlights came on Sunday. The river was high and fast, so we floated the rapids. When we arrived in a calm area of the river a shout rang out,
"Bald eagle!"
I looked up and sure enough, a bald eagle flew about thirty yards overhead. He circled above us several times as though trying to figure out why we were disturbing his afternoon meal hunt.
We gazed at the majestic bird, while he glided through the air for several minutes, until he dipped, swayed, and moved far away, becoming a tiny speck in the sky that finally disappeared from view.
We don't often see eagles on the St. Francis, so it couldn't have been more exciting to get the opportunity on Memorial weekend. This symbol of our nation is an amazing reminder of our country's freedoms and of those who made the ultimate sacrifice to keep us free. What a privilege!
I can only hope that you had a weekend every bit as awesome as ours!
