A big nest of fish hanging out near my bridge. Maybe spawning, maybe they are from a fish hatchery, stocked into the river by my downstream neighbor who owns a fishing guide service.
We got to stand near the big rock trucks. They are so large that if two of them meet on the highway, it has to be in a wide spot. This is why our highway is closed 19 hours a day, so these trucks can haul the material created by blasting away the sides of mountains.
Here is what my part of the river is looking like these days.