“let’s go up to the russian river!” she said. “it will be fun!” she said. “we can go swimming!” she said.
i should have said, “let’s go up to the russian river so we can get stuck in guernville traffic that moves slower than my social life and then try to find a swimming spot for an epic summer afternoon except instead we’ll just piss off the locals for an hour while we threaten to trespass in their back yards and finally wind up at an overcrowded “beach front” with no shade and sand that is at least 156 degrees that makes my dog dance in frantic circles and be relegated to the back lagoons which we’ll consider swimming in for 42 seconds until we notice the foam on the edges and then watch a dog vomit copious amounts of more foam into the fetid little puddle before us. then we’ll get back to the car, grumpy and hot after hiking the 5 minute dusty trail back to the parking lot, and witness 2 guys (whose names had to have been “zeke” and “jethro”) hop a fence right in front of where we parked exclaiming about having the best day ever and how dude-that-was-totally-a-perfect-spot.”
i had a temper tantrum on the way home. but at least i found lots of red clover blossoms in bloom! more about that below!
i was excited to find lots of red clover on the walk in. red clover is something i’ve been thinking about a lot lately due to susun weed’s claims that, among many other benefits, it is very good for enriching milk in lactating mammals.
to reap the benefits of an herb like this, brew one ounce of the dried blossoms for 4-8 hours in a quart of boiling water.
we redeemed the weekend on sunday with an early morning dharma talk at shambhala, given by my dear friend seth (who did a beautiful job) and then some cob building at the hayes valley farm.
i hope your weekend was win win win. anyone know any good swimming holes up at the russian river if we so dare to give it a go again in a couple of weeks?