on saturday we spent some time up north in the russian river.
had the basic needs, a few tubs of sun screens, and most importantly good friends.
one of the girlfriends had two sexagenarians join us in the afternoon.
the topics and the giggles, continue to grow as tresses of hair go from black or blonde to white.
the water cool.
a friendly duck.
the sun bright.
the trees, observant.
the rain that never comes.
the fog frequently visits.