We loaded up the vehicles for the drive down to the Tiger Creek and its old power plant.
The pristine area was was full icy water pouring down the tiger creek from the snows in the Sierra’s. The trout are thriving AND so were the River Otters.
What a nosey creature. He swam and watched everything we did. What a gorgeous place to take the grandkids.
Along the creek, there must have a big wild turkey fight! Their feathers were scattered around much to the happiness of the kids who suddenly became “wild Indians.”
All in all, it was one of the most beautiful places I have been to in many years. Unexpected pleasures.
Last day that we all were together. Joy.