Only small homeotherms with hummingbird metabolism could survive repeated dousings of creek water and enjoy it.
The picture was taken about 11 yesterday morning. By 2, without being commanded to do so for the sake of their exhausted adult supervisors, the grand daughters put themselves to bed for a long nap,  with  droppings of wet clothes (at least two sets) and nets and buckets marking the trail from Goose Creek to warm beds.
Today, more of the same, with a mandolin lesson from Mike Mitchell for Abby tossed in.
Wow! The girls have sure grown!