After the Thunderstorms.

Our last visit to the Chemung River while we still can walk. Somewhere. Walkways have become inlets and the mud is treacherously soft and deep. Until the drier part of spring, we will not be able to use these paths again.

Our waterfront is water! And there is trash everywhere. The river must've flowed like the dickens during the recent storms. 

HuggaMutt seems a little surprised by all the water. Her path to the river is inundated right now. 

Ellie can usually dabble in the water here, but the river's too high. And fast. I won't let her down the slope. 

Shot between the trees. Lucky landowner little castle visible only in the winter. 

Still smoking remnants of a Saturday night party. Nothing really changes over the decades. We did this sort of thing when we were young. 

Stolen sign still in tree. Area isn't so carefully maintained as I thought. Been there a few months, now.