Oh man, my big sister had me terrified to do any waterskiing or swimming in our part of the Columbia. Between her tales of "there are BIG monster fish behind the dams waiting to eat you." and my mom's and teachers telling us to stay away from the river or you'll drown, there was no way. And, unfortunatly, a classmate did drown one summer while playing in "the river."
That's what we called it, "The River." My dad worked in the construction of a few of the dams on the river. I guess he made deep hidey holes for the monster fish. Thats why that river is special.
That's what we called it, "The River." My dad worked in the construction of a few of the dams on the river. I guess he made deep hidey holes for the monster fish. Thats why that river is special.