ypsi~dixit

Y. and friend passed some canoers on their way downstream. On seeing Y. at the oars, they jocularly asked of Y.'s companion, "Haven't you had breakfast?" After which point Y.'s companion made a point of rowing, to Y.'s delight--she lolled in earnest. Y. examined the clouds and shoreline trees, like this sycamore.

Y. and friend headed up to Dixboro Dam, passing under these bridges en route.

We moored at Dixboro Dam and enjoyed tea and trail mix. Casting off, we glided down the river at river-speed, enjoying the green vistas.

The lilypads were blooming, in creamy blossoms hearted with yellow. Y. and friend soaked in the beauty.