Finally got the canoe down out of the rafters of the garage yesterday evening and threw it into the Bitterroot River at Buckhouse Bridge and paddled down to McClay Flats. It was a gorgeous end to a hot day.
Paddling downriver a distance, I saw a bird silhouetted against the sky; clearly a raptor, I expected it to be an Osprey. Turns out, it was something else.
Of course we weren’t alone on the river either.
Once we arrived at the takeout point, I decided to do some swimming. Julia waded downstream a distance to practice her fly-casting.
Is there a better way to close out a summer’s day? I don’t think so. We ended up staying there longer than we planned, I think . . . but neither of us was complaining.