One of the great pleasures of the pandemic era has been going on hikes with my dad. We live in the Washington, D.C. area. When you think of this area, you may not think of hiking. But my parents live quite close to an undeveloped ravine with beautiful tall trees, kingfishers, and the occasional Common Watersnake. (I think. Someone who knows your herps, please correct me.) One Sunday afternoon in September, this little buddy was on a strip of rubble deposited by a recent flood, which had washed out a big chunk of bank just upstream. Soon after I took this, the snake slithered off to the water and draped itself over a branch, letting the current hold it in place.
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See another picture of this same river, a few miles downstream. I also hike with my dad in National Parks and stuff.