Back on track to the adventure of the week...Rocky Bayou is a gravel creek When the river is up you can motor in easily. Other times there is a small channel of only a few inches depth that you must fly over...Hubby can do that.
The waves ripple from our landing.
This is a honey hole for bass.
The fishing begins while I take pictures
thinking I am in heaven.
The bass are biting!
These wonderful rock ledges shelter many fish
but not from Toni and Hubby.
Yep, that's my Dr Pepper.
Toni shed his shoes early.
I kept mine on but I was connected
through the water and the rocks...paradise!
We jumped ship leaving Hubby behind catching fish.
Toni and Andrew headed to the place they used to swim.
Low but still beautiful.
Hanging ferns grew on limestone cliffs.
See all the rocks?
I found just a few to bring home.
Every one needs a day like this now and then.
The fish were released
and we motored toward home.