After a late lunch at one of the only restaurants in the area, we went down to the river we’d seen from the mountaintop in the morning. There was a dock for small boats, and a wide area along the shore with boardwalks and benches. With only a gentle breeze and the waves lapping against the shore, the atmosphere was very calming and serene. Looking up, we could see the tower we had climbed to, and I was pretty proud of myself for having survived the climb because the mountain looked especially high from where we were. Strolling along the river bank, we stopped periodically for the resident photographers (my dad and cousin, along with my uncle and his camcorder) to get the shots they wanted. While waiting, I saw an eagle swoop down to grab a fish from the water, flopping and shiny in its claws. Later on, I watched a mother duck taking her ducklings for a swim. The little duckies were trying to swim upstream, straining and straining, swimming together towards their mother as she waited on a rock. I didn’t manage to get a picture though, since I’d left my phone in the car.
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