Weekend before last, the boys and I escaped the heat and start of cotton harvest. It was time for our annual July Frio River trip. The only kink in our plans was the lack of water in the Frio. There was no floating to be found. Good thing the place we stayed had a nice water hole, plus some shade underneath a bridge.
On a complete aside, I hate my point & shoot. I have always been a Canon girl. Two years ago, Jack left my p&s in Chicago, and I stupidly decided to get a different brand. The image quality just stinks. I get tired of lugging my big baby around, but still want something that ends up with high-quality photographs.