I've lived in this area most all of my life, except for brief periods in Massachusetts and the Deep South. And I've only gone (with Joe) to one Inaugural Parade - never to the swearing-in, to a ball or a brunch. I'm not tall enough to see over most people's shoulders, and I am not fond of being squeezed in a crowd. So if I participate at all, it's as a couch-potato, sitting in my living room.
On Saturday, however, I decided at the last minute to do a bit of public service - I went to Swain's Lock and checked it out. Surprisingly clean - - I found only one beer bottle and two squashed aluminum cans. Very little debris and litter. About a dozen bottle caps, both metal and plastic.
For some reason, folks like to move tables around. So now Site No. 5 has no table, Site No. 4 has two. Site No. 2 has no table, Site No. 1 has two. Those tables are VERY heavy - my guess is that a bunch of men want more seating for their late-night partying.
One very odd find was a Grumman canoe, rather dingy both inside and out. It contained two paddles, a beat-up PFD, a beat-up flotation cushion and some scrapy pieces of foam insulation. It had a yellow painter at the bow. Two boards were screwed into the gunnels for seating. And a smallish soccer ball - - or volley ball. I'm not sure I know the difference.
Then I moved downstream to Great Falls and walked out to Olmstead Island. The river is very high - word is that Billy Goat Trail was closed (or at least part of it). So here are some photos of the muddy-brown and raging waters from the Overlook (above) and from one of the bridges (below).
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