Blue Heron on the hunt.Trolling self-made waves. Our captain was all about keeping it exciting. He was very successful.
Spring water cascading into the Rogue which eventually flows into the Pacific.A rest stop with our jet boat at the dock. The rest stared after the quite steep climb up the path to the rest rooms and refreshment hut.
This is the town of Agnes deep in the forest that only has one two-lane road to reach it. Needless to say boaters are basically the only people they see. I think their population is under 30 folks.
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