After dinner, we drive the backroads and end up at the flats, behind the falls. A bench becomes our front row seat to the evening river view.
A beaver or muskrat swims by and follows a second river away from the falls. I try to catch him, but only capture ripples and a reflection of the bridge.
A couple glide along in their canoe while others stop to enjoy the view from the overhead trail. A family of ducks glide by, and an eagle flies overhead.
The evening air is warm and still. A beautiful June night. We stay till the sun begins to set.
Just one of the gorgeous views in our little town.
(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: View.)