Our paddle today involved a put-in near a cherry orchard. Both red and black.

Fishing around here is a bit complicated.  Better to just paddle.

A ride on the ferry, coming and going.

Three hours on the Santiam.  Then the Willamette.  Just past the confluence are these beautiful cliffs.

Then 45 minutes to paddle on down to the ferry.

You can be pretty depleted after a long day of paddling.  Luckily, the ferry captain keeps a supply of Magnum Bars on board to help you get your strength back. He only stocks the caramel ones.  Oh, Darn!  🙂

Cute, blond, drunk college athletes seem to get a pass; whereas, their drunk victims are crucified as sluts.

I sent the following to my local paper this week and it was published as a letter to the editor today.

Usually on this site, I talk about puppies and roses.  Sometimes not.

“Do you remember in the long-ago past hearing one disrespectful man ask another whether he “got any action last night”?

This is the word the father of “the Stanford Rapist” used when defending his son, essentially asking if that son should be punished for “20 minutes of action.” He is not asserting that his son did not do it, just that it was a quickie.

If the amount of time a crime takes is a significant criterion, I guess a mass murder with an Uzi that took 20 seconds would be a misdemeanor.”

Roxie just got her summer haircut.

Before:  at The Minto early this morning

After, with her new BFF Heather:

Back home

Ready for a nap.  “Now will you please get this ridiculous pink bow off my ear?”

Very hot here today, so the river was the perfect place.  Wide, fast, smooth between Buena Vista and Independence.

There’s more than one way to put your feet up and relax on a hot summer day.

Wish I could post the fragrance.