While waiting for the food to cook and for people to assemble on Thanksgiving, we hiked up the river. Unlike last year the river was still running here and there down in the town, and had many newly gouged out channels from last summer's heavy monsoon rains. There were still some red and pink maples that hadn't lost their leaves yet, and plenty of water bugs darting about in the shallow pools. We saw a few quail and woodpeckers. It began to rain lightly and the sky broke into a rainbow.
Dinner that night was a hit, with lots of fiddle and banjo music and interesting conversation.



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