The penultimate day it was across town with Barb to see Kay’s quilt show.  My personal favorite was the one in which she used a number of my family’s old handkerchiefs.

Then, on the very last day, Dave and I went for a beautiful drive through the country to Silverton Reservoir for a lazy paddle.

This is the put-in:

And this is as far up the creek we could paddle this late in the year. The sound of a babbling brook is my favorite sound in all the world.

You can listen to it here.  Try not to notice that I lost my train of thought and rotated my phone mid-clip. I thought I could edit it round right.  Not so much.