Rocky River Reservation

It looks like any river ...

Until you take a look around and realize that it took tens of thousands of years to erode down this far ...

The wet spring (and summer ... and fall) have rearranged the topography (and trees):

The maple trees were looking pretty good in the brief dry spell we had today.

There were lots of nice new rocks (and tumbled glass, and pottery shards) to skip across the water (and bring home in pockets):

Is it any wonder I'm landscaping my backyard to look like this park?  All I need now is a sycamore tree ... because I love sycamores:

Don't you?

You know you have too many fossils when ...

The highway department uses these to make the steps down to a fishing spot next to the highway:

Ah, Brookville Lake - you're just filthy with fossils.

It's comin' right at me!

In Metamora, IN, long after the last train of the day.

Teamwork

I'll steer, you drive.

Around here, if you want to be a ninja for Halloween, you'd better step up to the sewing machine and help out.

Our little patient

I can't believe how well-behaved she is during her subcutaneous fluid treatments, which involve being stuck with a large needle between her shoulder blades and having a baseball-sized pocket of cold fluid pumped into her body over the course of 5-10 minutes.  She hasn't once hidden and tried to avoid the trip to the vet, or attempted to get away during treatment, or done anything other than try to snuggle continuously with me for the rest of the day after the treatment is done.  She squawks a bit when the fluid starts to flow, then just sits there and takes it without any restraint or coercion.  She really is a best-case scenario for the temperament of a cat I'm going to have to treat at home from now on.

Wish me luck with doing this on my own tomorrow morning!