On the way, we spent the evening at a little State Park called River Island just above Parker, AZ. It's little more than a glorified parking lot, but it does have a view of the river, and looking across at the California side, you see how little the river is at this point – much less than the magnificent river that creates Lake Mead near Las Vegas, requiring the huge Boulder Dam to hold it in. Note the dead tree stump in this second picture – you'll see it again in a minute.
We still have not figured out why it's called River Island unless that's the name of the little piece of land in the second picture.
In the morning Clara sat near the river's edge with her breakfast, while some species of bird welcomed the day high above on the nearby tree stump.
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