My T jumps into the Sandy River

My T jumps into the Sandy River

Wednesday it reached 96 degrees. Bluh.

It was my day off from work. I was updating my financial spreadsheets on the laptop in the shade of the back yard and Tara popped her head out at me earlier than I expected. Wednesday is also early release day at the high school.

“It’s soooo hoooooottt….” she moaned, by way of hello. She had just walked home through the hot sun from the bus stop.

“Wanna skip ballet and go to the river?”

I didn’t have to ask twice.

Looking upstream

Looking upstream

Can you see the little fry in the water? Look for the shadow.

Can you see the little fry in the water? Look for the shadow.

My pretty girl in the bushes, seeking out shade to do her homework in between splashes.

My pretty girl in the bushes, seeking out shade to do her homework in between splashes.

A floating couch! There are three people on this floating contraption.

A floating couch! There are three people on this floating contraption.

A paddle boarder calmly sails through our midst.

A paddle boarder calmly sails through our midst.

Sparkles

Sparkles

These ladies carried their chairs down from the highway, walked directly into the river, sat down and began gossiping. "...and I was like, 'you can't expect me to forgive you after what you did.' And he said..." They were wonderful.

These ladies carried their chairs down from the highway, walked directly into the river, sat down and began gossiping. “…and I was like, ‘you can’t expect me to forgive you after what you did.’ And he was all…”

Finally the sun sank so low I couldn't avoid the fact that we had to get home and get some sleep for another full day.

Finally the sun sank so low I couldn’t avoid the fact that we had to get home and get some sleep for another full day.

The people at the river felt so real, so local. What a different group than I usually find myself amongst, when in Portland. No tourists here. No hipsters. No elitism.

Instead, there were families. Old guys with cigars, babies, dogs, giggling girls, young mothers, and beer guzzling young men. There were bad tan lines, sagging skin, sun browned limbs, old clothes, plastic sunglasses and flip flops. Yes, it felt pretty darn redneck, and happy, and simple.

It was a perfect place to be. 🙂