Our river is named the Spirit River because it dries up and disappears in the summer. But for now, it is beautiful. Just enough clear water to wade in, a nice cold flow to keep off the scum, and a sandy bottom that is inviting for bare feet. The dogs can hardly stand how exciting it is!
There are fresh rocks swept down each spring; rocks and bones and the odd homestead artifact. Fossilized shells are fairly common, as are bison teeth. This time I saw a few modern jaw bones, a young coyote and a deer. I also picked up this small rodent jaw with long, folded molars. A baby beaver?