One-Eyes and Another Week on the River

Growing up, my Dad would often make breakfast on the weekend.  Our favorite of his specialties were One-Eyes.  (I've heard other people call them One-Eyed Jacks or Cowboy Eggs.)  We spent last week on the river again where we tend to have fuller breakfasts.  So, one morning I made One-Eyes - big hit!  This was the only photo I got since the others were not completely supportive of waiting on breakfast while I fetched my camera for a blog pic!  They are simply pieces of bread, buttered on both sides.  Using a drinking glass, you cut a circle from the middle and place the bread on a griddle.  Crack an egg in the centers and let fry, flipping once.
After a large breakfast, it feels good to work outside or go for a hike.  One day we ventured further down river to these falls--

Along the bank was this towering pine tree.  I had to take a photo.  Here is this beautiful magestic tree with lush green branches reaching higher and higher up above.  But down here on the ground, the river has been washing the soil right out from beneath its roots.  If something doesn't happen to replenish it's foundation, everything is going to fall.  Don't you just feel like this tree sometimes?

Another marvel of nature are these beaver dens we come across near the logging roads.  This is as close as I could get to this one without getting my feet wet.