When the sun finally came out, things looked so springlike up on the East Canada Creek.

Sitting in the campsite, looking at the rain pounding down in the puddles by the campsite. Saturday really was a dreary day, good for drinking beer and reading books mostly.

It was so much nicer on Monday then the rest of the weekend, making me wish I had Tuesday off from work.

A lot of Powley Place is not marsh, but actually grasses, as a farmer once tried to farm these lands, and their is probably an agricultural tiling system in ground here, to keep this area dry year round.