This is the name given to a bend in our little river where everyone launches their tubes to go tubeing. Back in the day, there was a little stand here where you could buy bait to fish this outstanding trout stream. Now it’s just a little beach. Tubeing is my fondest memory of those summer afternoon outings with friends. A can of beer, talking, laughing, lazily floating along with the current, the occasional scrape of your derriere on the rocky bottom. It’s all good.
But now it’s getting cold, the beach is empty, the tubes deflated, and stored back in the barn until next year.
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