river

Hard to Beat a Sunny Day

It’s hard to beat a sunny day there at the river’s edge. Like the day we run upstream with inner tubes, scrambling over rocks and logs as the dog chases and barks. It’s all easy then – this living. Terrific, people say when they come and see the mountain and water, the sand and small…

Ancient

We are ancient, or think we are. Our tired knees and bruised heels tell us so as we climb from the valley floor to the lookout, the one perched high on the ridge above the valley. We spend an hour here before descending to the lake for camp. We make dinner and eat as the…

The End of Summer

The day is hot. Hot, and I’m exhausted, and sluggish, and full of effort from the heat. So sluggish I say let’s drive to the river. All summer long I’ve insisted on walking, or biking, even carrying inner tubes, and life vests, and water, and food, and shoes, and towels, and pulling dogs on leashes. Now,…