At dinner, Jerry kept reminding me that I should go check out Fisher's Pasture. How the water had carved the river and diposited large trees, massive sand dunes, and other junk. I went past the hockey rink on my way to the valley, thereby passing these two jumping off a sandpile...for all the fun that is. They, half freezing decided it was a clever idea to follow me. But came only a quarter mile, when the cold set in and they turned back. Photos of Fallen trees to come later...
