I have so many words, I’m finding it hard to utter any. While I’m waiting for words to flow, heart to flow, life to flow, I’ll just spend my time sitting on the riverbank. Like the south Yuba River, for instance. With my girl and Uncle Shaners. I’ll dangle my toes and then dive into the deep, and when I’m done, I’ll climb back onto the rocks and watch the shadow of water striders. And that’s all I will do, over and over, until I can get my boat unmoored from the eddies. It’s cool, I can wait. As long as I’ve got the river by my side.
A camping trip to the South Yuba River State Park. With my besties and approximately 80,000 flies, yellow jackets and hornets. Oh, and also…no toilet paper. The degradation of our state parks is sad, sad, sad. We’re back home now, in the fog, fog, fog and I sure do wish I had a river by which to start my day, every day.
P.S…There’s still time to sign up for The Third Annual Bioregional Swap!