Waders

CC and I saw the waders approach first and thought a man was fishing.  We were surprised by all the buckets because it's a catch and release area.  It turned out it was a woman collecting environmental samples. (The decal on her car told us that.  Smart gals...).  That was before CC accidentally stepped on the dead squishy frog in the road by the marsh.  She screamed and scraped her foot a dozen times.  I laughed.  And laughed. And laughed.  Poor frog!

Look at all that sunshine!  Yay :)

Keeping those in the path of Dorian in our thoughts.