Maybe it's Just Me, but....

You know I'd almost swear that there aren't as many people along the river in the Cabins as there usually are in the summer. But who am I kiddin'..when was I ever here this long to take a survey?

The fishing at my favorite (unnamed) spot is 'good to great'. Going there again this evening. Mostly small fish, but they all go back in the water anyhow so what's the difference? Is fishing a barbaric practice? The pleasure associated with tug-o-war with a frightened sub-species seems to root itself in machismo. Still, they ARE beautiful and we who catch them salute those who are about to LIVE on.

Hot weather. Upper 90's coming, with lower 90's now. Not complaining, mind you; just recording for posterity. Get in the river and its all JUST right.

Haven't left yet and already looking forward to returning.

Oh Yeaaaaaahhhhh!

Oh yeah, I'm up at the River and it's a bit of all right. In fact, it's amazing! It's warm (HOT even), the Metolius bubbles by at a healthy clip, making that wonderful little river sound it ALWAYS makes, soothing jangled nerves and restoring clarity of purpose.

• I love the sounds of children of all ages at play.
• I love renewing old friendships and making new ones.
• I love mornings when the sun first hits Green Ridge and warms MY side of the Basin
• I love long walks to the Camp Sherman Store that take FOREVER if I allow myself to stop and visit; and I almost always do.
• I love arriving back from my morning walk and reading the NY Times, the Bend Bulletin, or the Nugget News on the porch before it gets too warm. Not because I care diddly squat about what's going on in the world (ok, I do...kinda); just because its so damned pleasant a thing to do before starting the 'important matters' of the day.
• I love finally getting to 'the important matters' of the day sometime late morning or even afternoon. Important, as in goofing off, walking or sitting by the stream, going to the lake (any lake), fishing but seldom catching, reading, day dreaming ...
• I love the late afternoon/early evening when the light gets low and the sun paints the tops of the trees with gold, leaving marvelous shadows everywhere else.

I love it all. I love the Metolius. But shhhhhhh ... keep it quiet. Or everybody and their DOG will be here. Well, ok;  they can come too.