I took many of the roads less traveled on my route to Raystown
It is appropriate that our group gathers on a site of such rich historical significance
With thermos in hand I set out for a paddle around the bay. I stopped at the slanted rock cliffs; in the depths below lie the cavern known as Sheep Rock. Artifacts collected at this site have indicated 9000 years of human activity. I contributed to that history by pausing to eat a frosted blueberry Pop Tart.
Those without sails did not appreciate the afternoon wind at Raystown
Jack in this Curtis Nomad
The Harrier is still in the preproduction performance phase
Molly & Riverman69
I happened upon the Yocum family burial plot
Old friends are reacquainted at Raystown with hugs, handshakes and butt sniffing
Nightswimmer beneath the prayer flags, in a moment of quiescent spiritual introspection
Into the pre-dawn darkness of Sheep Rock Bay
The rising sun, still below the ridge slowly obscured the stars. Our nearest neighbor Venus was still visible and shared the eastern horizon with a waning crescent moon.
The sun rises on another day at Raystown