On an atypical cloudy, wet July afternoon, on a stroll around River Park, we saw not a lot of activity; there was someone there vacuuming out the portable johns.

The kayak concession was closed.

A couple of folks were fishing in the swollen Susquehanna. Talked with one gentleman who was using a stick while trying to untangle a fishing line wrapped around a water snake that was seeking refuge in the rocks.

… and a teen-aged couple was squatted and spread on a pavilion picnic table swapping spit. We chose not to get too close to be a force “interruptus.”