I said, in part,
I learned to swim in the quiet pool below the dam, and I spent many a warm summer's afternoon sitting atop the dam, with a fishing line dangling into the pool below. If it had rained upstream and there was water going over the dam, instead of through the turbines in the building in the picture, it was an exciting adventure to walk across it. You could still fish from it if the water wasn't too swift, but you needed a bucket to sit on if you didn't want your trousers completely soaked!
Well, here is a picture, taken from the other side of the Big Blue River, that gives a better idea of what it looked like during those idyllic summer afternoons.
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