Alexander Spring and Creek

Me and my shadow. Or, as my sainted, English major, mother would prefer, My shadow and I.


But first, into Alexander Spring.

That was refreshing. Time to paddle.

This had been burning

Used many water bottle refills from the creek to put it out

Picked it up. 35

Coming into land.

 Otters

 People still lined up to get in as I left.

Most doubles by a catcher, 46, in 2015.