Gully

See this gully? There is a memorial at the top of this gully. Some newlyweds on their honeymoon tried to turn around here in the dark. It seems like an unlikely place to try this endeavour so one must imagine that judgment was impeded by either spirit or love.




This is Gentry, carrying a very large chunk of snow. According to observation, the male species upon seeing a ledge of this kind must either spit or throw something over. So it goes.




Some of the snowman parts that went over made it all the way to the bottom, over the littering of more like it, and on top of a large rock at the bottom to end up with a satisfying splash into the river, bobbing down deep, coming up and floating on down river like a small boat. That was truly rewarding. The others were hardly worth the effort, and an effort it was as the snow had melted enough to make them quite secure.

Now keep in mind what I was experiencing at this time. Grant, who is not particularly cautious, getting as close as possible to the edge as he can and trying to dislodge these frozen together chunks of ice.... and really snow can be quite slippery. Gasp! And double gasp.