
This morning Cliff and I drove to Snelling (20 miles or so from our house) to a park, near the Merced River, that is littered with dredge tailings from 1907-1919 (or later). Our purpose was to gather enough small river rock to place in the bottom of our small fish pond. Cliff is standing on some of the tailings...
...mounds...
Cliff began to gather just the right size.
"Sweet!"
"Those are fabulous, Cowboy!"
"Just a few more..." Oh man, look at those masculine forearms!! Totally why I married the man!
"Perfecto!"
I on the other hand, had my hands full. Those garden gloves never were removed from my short's pocket. Nope...nada...nein! Why I was just too busy taking important shots of this whole river rock gathering experience.



























