The Wolf, A Lemon Cow & Elvis!

One last float down the Wolf River.  I could have sworn the tube I was given belonged to a tractor tire (not seen in the photo, because I could barely pick it up).  I am not a fan of the cold! COLD water ahead was all I could think as we approached the edge.  As I stepped up, Gracie turned to the fishermen sitting on the bank & announced...

'This is the mother... and she doesn't like to get wet!'

We floated about 2 hours and saw many turtles sunning themselves on large rocks.  Rocks that my monster tube kept getting hung up on.  And they were big turtles.  I can't say I've ever been so jealous of a turtle... hangin' on a hot rock letting the sun sear my outer shell.  Oh couldn't I just stop awhile and rest with the turtles?  With each one we passed I watched & stared until it either slipped into the water or was gone from my view. 

Afterwards I remembered seeing a quaint little drive-up 50's diner. "Charlie's Drive-In" Hundreds of bubbles were blowing from a big bubble machine up under the roof with the oldies playing through the speakers and Elivis taking our orders.  Not even knowing what it was, I'd been waiting 2 months to order a 'Lemon Cow'.  It's all in a name!  It was heaven in a styro-foam cup! Lemonade & vanilla icecream swirled together to make the ultimate refreshment!  

Elvis himself taking an order from the car in front of us... apparently he really did leave the building.