It's fascinating, really. The background remains the same, but the scenery changes every second. The roar of the water was unbelievable. We had to shout to hear each other. My understanding is that they had opened the valve just about all the way in order to relieve the lake and the dam of the pressure.
I notice that no fishermen were present this day.
Hmph, now I need a coat. You may find me odd, but I don't really mind the squirrels raiding the bird feeders. After all, they provide quite a bit of entertainment in return for their meal. The raccoons however, just steal in the middle of the night, grr. Fortunately, they don't seem to start hitting the feeders until March.
Ouch, that hurts just watching him, er her? Eh, whatever.
Ah, I remember this. We were driving back to Indiana after having visited The Great Darke County Fair.
That's right! We had visited The Elizabethan Gardens on Roanoke Island, North Carolina. You know, I do think that that was our last true vacation. Imagine that...