Lake marks nineteen consecutive years of visits to my favorite place in the world. While friends paddled across, Waldo and I hoofed it around (he carried the wine and shrimp fajita fixings) and we met up at a great backside camping spot. Left yesterday afternoon in what my dad would call "a fine Oregon mist", noticing how light my heart felt...haven't felt that 
since AK. Copious amnts of huckleberries this year...winter stash now within easy reach in my freezer.Richard left us this week...from his favorite spot in Canada, just like I knew he would.
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