Oh, there is much more coming... but I must admit my "physical" glory is fading. What is missing in this illustration is the wizard hat I am noted for in this region. It is as respected as that of any conservation officer. I am an ombudsman for this section of my river:

The willow drift is now retrieved and in WEIR GROTTO. That adventure tale is one now legend. It includes a yellow brick road (actually rubber), transporting this stump on it over a mile of rocks and up a cliff where I was struck by lightning. Then rushing along the river road on bicycle I was again struck... by a sign from above. It was the sign blown off the only bar in town by the fierce storm.