A nest of rubber and plastic "snakes".
We drove down River Road, dwarfed among all those trucks, to see if the river still lives. And in between industrial sites, we found this:
A short trail leads to a fishing spot.
Straight across from us.
Old, waterlogged boards, and signs of a recent visitor.
Rocks and drowned grasses.
Grass still holding its own.
The spit at the end of Huston Road. Pier belonging to a construction company.
A tiny sandy beach. Fine, clean sand.
Not all the sand is on the shore.
Behind the beach, scrubby bush has captured water-borne logs. Moss covers the oldest. Here, a small fern has found a foothold.
Tiny white shelf mushrooms.
And a pair of mallards.