This morning I walked a lap around the lake with a friend who brought two grandkids along. We usually go two laps. The boys found a centipede, lilly pads, fed ducks, reminisced about catching those 9 fish, mostly sunfish by the cement wall, checked out the swingset, looked for rabbits (who were hiding in the briers), and tagged along after their grandma. "Gampa" had already taken them for pancakes at Mario's. Only butter, for one young man when I asked about maple syrup or jam on those pancakes.
Bands of fog are settling in the hills around the lake from all the moisture and falling temperatures, and the Nehalem is picking up water after recent rains. Hopefully the level will be sufficient for Salmon to swim upriver to spawn. This weekend is the Salmon Festival, actually.
The day waits.
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