"with an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things." -- william wordsworth
even with daytime temps above 100 degrees, and no breeze, red rock was a joyful place for a saturday morning paddle. a trip to the west beach, a half hour of picking up trash, a stop at the "peace tree", and a visit to painted rock and the north shore made for an enjoyable workout and respite from a busy week. this am a run down to hickory ridge yielded treasures of trash and a precarious carry back to whitebreast ramp. now if people would just stop littering my lake...
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