Our journey was graced by a swan flying over us, several night herons flushing from the trees, great gray herons, egrets, ibises, a few sandpipers, and a brilliant blue and rust colored bird that I'm still trying to identify. We heard lots of really great bird calls that sounded completely unfamiliar. We heard a cuckoo calling across the river.
Luckily, the pull out spot was just before the only bridge across the river. Otherwise, we might have missed it.
The French canoeists |
A rare beach on the river |
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