




When it got too dark to take more pictures, we went back to the scenic overlook. We'd learned from the Hummer tours owner that the locals referred to it as the white house because of the way the dam was lit at night. He liked to go there at night because it was so quiet that one could hear the river and the turbines in the dam. We got there as twilight was fading, but our eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. There were bats flying around and an entirely different mood to the place--quiet, peaceful, mysterious.

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