The way the river changes has amazed us, though it shouldn’t – we’ve all known about the power of water.
When we inherited the “island” in the middle , it was a pile of debris, but clearly very rooted as some of the trees must be perhaps ten or fifteen years old.
During the snow melt of early December, and subsequently, we gained a forest of dead trees and they were huge although photo does not really do justice to them.
Then the rains of the last week resulted in a moderate surge – the river level rose about four feet – as measured by my secured device – which vanished in the surge!
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