Not much rain fell around here during September, lowering the Mighty Wappingers Creek and exposing the rubble of the dam at Red Oaks Mill:
We never noticed the stonework along the far bank; it’s usually underwater.
Some smooth water-worn wood and stone:
I’ve always wanted to live in the powerhouse of a small dam. If somebody ever rebuilds this poor thing for low-head hydropower, they’ve got a live-in generator tender…
Searching for “red oaks mill” dam will produce some backstory.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 