Lost Creek Hollow rowing

mona laughed, basking in her little son's exclamation over the water. "yes, very wet," she agreed, wading into the shallows a few paces. it would swiftly become too deep for him, but there was a length of creek enough that he could explore the mild depths if he so chose.
"look, ashlar," mona breathed, for not far at all from the pair there was a school of small trout, placidly searching for larvae on the stones beneath the clear water.