Watching The River Flow

On the first day of our summer road trip Dad and I camped at one of our old standbys, on the West Walker River near Bridgeport, California. The runoff from the Sierra Nevada is faster and deeper than it's been in recent years, so there wasn't much beach to sit by. It's basically an angler's camp so it's pretty chill. Nobody seems to be in a hurry to do anything or go anywhere. Very relaxing.