Usually, he swoops down low, snags a fish with his talons,
…aligns it headfirst beneath him,
…and flies it back to his nest to eat. This time however, he hits the water with a giant splash, but he doesn’t take off with a fish.
It was a successful hit, but the fish is too big to take off with. So, talons imbedded, he rows the fish to shore.
Flapping again, he hops up on the bank with it; a fish longer than he is (and he’s two feet long).
…and eats his meal right there on the shore.
It’s a pretty cool bridge.
And it really does tell time. The giant arm on the bridge casts a shadow on the ground where the hours are marked.
It was almost 1:15.
I don’t think I want to know the reason why this sign had to happen. 
After all these years, we finally got here to see it. Falls A walk to the bottom for the view there.
…and it’s a very nice view.
Continue downstream, cross over the bridge
Stream Collect a little Stream Zen. Hike back up the other side to finish the loop across another bridge.
Somewhere in the process, we had to have walked right through places Mom and Dad used to go. It felt good. This isn’t a place for us to camp; we don’t fit. We’re parked in Redding and day-tripped here. So glad we did. 
