Return to the Scene of the "Crime."

2 days ago, three of us had an encounter with a mighty cold river. We fought the river, and the river won. The river swallowed a canoe, and tried to overturn my kayak. After taking my sick grandson some 7up, I decided to revisit the scene.

When I had to wade in the river to exit...I noticed some bright red berries to my right. But...since I was drenched...I didn't snap them.

The berries must not appeal to the birds, because there were a lot of them. I would like to say the picture was as I looked at it...but...I sprinkled on the snow. Notice the last bunch doesn't have any flakes. Oops.

I added 3 pictures on my Flickr page. More berries, the rock in the river that was the culprit, and 3 mallards. I thought I heard one of the mallards say..."Hey...isn't that the doofus that was wading the other day?" Not funny.

As I left the wooden walkway, I yelled at the river..."YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF ME! I SHALL RETURN, AND HAVE MY REVENGE! YOU WILL NOT GET THE BEST OF ME! (Then...in a whisper..."But...I'll probably wait until spring.")

I think the duck snorted.