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Wet all day
Wet all day

Wet clothes are hanging everywhere, not even thinking about drying in this Alabama-quality humidity.

I leave shortly to sit in the tepid shade and wind (should I take cinderblocks for the tent corners–seriously?) while the girls won’t waste any time getting back into the cool creek. The dog was just off camera, of course, and will do his part.

Crayfish and minnows: you were warned!

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Saddly, our water fun was crawdadin’ in the ditch across the road…The buckets we filled and let go were never ending every summer.

  2. All right, granted, Wa & Miners are actually THERE to wish you a happy Father’s day. So here’s my pathetic attempt at holding my own: I bet you’ll read my Father’s Day salute (at some ungodly morning hour) before you hear it from them. In those hopes, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, bright’n early. Love you, Pop.