just what the doctor called for

 
 
This morning Truett and I drove to the Santa Fe River at the Hwy. 47 bridge.  We've been running in all directions since the middle of October, and here it is almost Thanksgiving, so we chose to take a leisurely drive.

 
I got out of the car and decided to photograph the pilings, but then I heard a voice, "Mam.  Have you got a dog with you?"

I told the man at the dock I didn't have a dog with me and he replied, "Good...cause I got my dog and he likes to fight other dogs."

 
"Well, no wonder," I thought.  "It's a pit bull with a . . .a spiked collar no less."

 
Then I watched the dog and took about twenty photographs as the pit bull fished.

 

 
 
A couple of other people wandered to the river bank and watched the dog as well.  In the end, all I saw the dog bring out of the water was a clump of grass, a water-logged stick, and an old tin can.

Then we headed across Highway 47 to the other side of the Santa Fe River for a stop at Hollingsworth Bluff.  It looks like I wasn't the only one enjoying the beautiful warm Florida morning.

 
While there, Truett and I saw our friends, Carl and Barbara.  Carl was diagnosed with a form of cancer last year about the same time as Mom, so we chatted about doctor visits, treatments, and caregiving.

 
All in all, our trip to the Santa Fe River was relaxing . . . just what the doctor called for.