Howdy,
I was all scheduled to continue to write today in my little, mini series on Santa Cruz snippets, but then we spent over seven hours on the river. Really. I watched my boys Tom and Huck on inner tubs and a raft for almost an eight-hour work day this afternoon: except it wasn’t work.
But we were out there a LONG time. A good time.
So, back to the house, I think I’m just going to say today was a good day and call it a night. Some times you can tell when you’re making memories. And maybe boys’ worlds. Tonight’s sweet dreams will be drifting down a snow-melt river …
—Billy
Rafting. Writing. Living.