Early morn sun lit the fall color along the Tennessee River. circa 2006
The winter would turn everything gray, like cruising in monotone. The naked trees exposed the many eagles who could no longer be hidden by the forest that lined the shores. We were always amazed at how many there were. Watching them fish was like performance art.
I think winter was our favorite time to cruise there, we pretty much had the river to ourselves. The whole world outside of our warm and cozy pilothouse was like a huge black and white panorama that slid by silently, always refreshing itself, never the same.
Even better when it snowed.
I look forward to the day we cruise the river again.
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