The present low lake level has exposed a wide band of colorful gravel, and some of it
glitters...
(The gravel was trucked from
gold-rich Ossipee, but the neighbor's gravel driveway became a major washout—
twice!)
The many yards of gravel has eventually been "wake-washed" across about six neighbors' shorelines.
Taking a break from woodpiles and putting things away, I sifted through many scoopfuls of gravel, hoping to find more shiny-
gold lumps of gravel.
But something unexpected limply washed into the scoop, so I lifted the scoop up.
An incredulous neighbor asked, "Is it alive?"