I ride the current from the main river into the first pond.
I turn into the first channel. It is the wrong channel, although there really isn't a "wrong", more it is not where I intended to go. I paddle to the end and back out. I head down to the right channel, but investigate a channel on the opposite side first. It goes back to a fine rock island with pine trees and a surface of pine needles. It would be a fine campsite.
|the two dirt piles are beaver scent mounds... about a foot high|
|notice the size of the talons|