When its hot, the river calls ...
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| The Campbell River, from a logging bridge. Zoom in; there are three fishermen and a rubber dinghy upriver. The river is quite shallow here, as it widens and spreads into a maze of creeks below the canyon. |
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| The dinghy approaching the bridge, bouncing and splashing as it comes. Keeping cool. |
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| And now, looking downstream. More fishermen; behind the trees are another half-dozen. |
From what an avid fisherman tells me, nobody's catching any fish at this time of day, but the water is cool and the river is peaceful.
Above the river, on the bridge, the sun was baking my head and shoulders. I crossed and hurried into the bush. Photos tomorrow.
