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Oct. 12, 2003
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In the summer, we row up to a rocky sand bar where we
land the boat, swim, and let Tommy run up and down the beach.
But that weekend, Rock Island was under a few inches of water;
upstream, the summer dams had been taken down. We dragged
the row boat onto the rock bar and ate our picnic there. Then
we pull-started the engine and motored downstream. We thought
we'd make it to the bridge at Duncans Mills, but just past Austin
Creek the river crossed into the shade of a large hill, and we found
it too cold to go on. We turned back upriver and puttered slowly,
in warm sunshine, back to Monte Rio.