...and also on the way home.

I forgot that I took some other photos to post today, so you get a two-fer Thursday. Please curb your enthusiasm.

As I drove down the long hill into the river valley I caught a glimpse through the trees of several large canoes clustered in the center of the river. But, as was true with the earlier view of the eagle flock, it was impossible to get a picture. In my efforts to find a place from whence I could see the canoes, I saw something else.

First, let's set the scene. Here is a nice, traditional shot of the St. Croix river gorge at Taylor's Falls.

 

I had parked my car (illegally) in the lot reserved for people who were going on the riverboat cruise.

 

However, I was only parked there for less than ten minutes, and there were still plenty of spaces left. So I didn't feel too bad.

I could not see the canoes from my vantage point; they were downstream and around a bend and probably getting farther away from me at every second.

What I did see, on the other side of the river:

 

 

Ah, to be young, strong, supple... and immortal.