Image: The perfectly reflective Clam River (Wisconsin.)

Shawn and I went back to the quilt show in Weber, Wisconsin, to see which ones won, and on the way back to our friends' cabin we spotted a sign that said "Clam Dam." HOW DO YOU RESISTS CLAM DAM???  So, we turned down the road and followed the signs to the quirky little public park around the dam that dams the damn clam river.



Image: Shawn crossing the damn clam dam.

The park, as my grandmother might have said, wasn't much "to write home about," but today is just such a lovely day that we spent a good half hour just sitting on the banks of the river, listening to the water flow, and watching the waves leap and pop, sending spray up into the air.


Image: a moss-covered rotting wooden fence in Clam Dam park. 


Image: The damn narrow dam walkway.