Somewhere down the crazy river

We went for a walk today along the river. You knew Richmond was at the fall line of the James River right?

We saw the city from south of the river:

I told the better-half that that’s about as far south of Richmond I’d want to be. It’s an inside joke, but it’s true. I rarely cross the river and head into southside.

There was a group of trees growing right out of the rock. The better-half climbed up the hill and took this picture:

When I was a young teen my family used to go hang out on the rocks a little bit south of Belle Isle (Pony Pasture to be precise) and we foolishly rode some of the rapids. Foolish because the James is not very deep through here and full of boulders (the river was less than 5′ today). Hello head trauma.

There were several tags like this on the pedestrian bridge that connects Richmond to the island. If there’s a good piece of graffiti, the better-half will take a picture of it. Doesn’t the poor thing look a little apprehensive?

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Still crazy about this song even after all this time…