Washougal River

Spent the day visiting a friend who lives right on the Washougal River in Washington, a perfect place to be on another very hot day. We walked and talked and prayed and swam and had coffee not once, but twice (we are Finns! ).
Her husband died three months ago, she is embarking on a new season in life. His jackets still hang on a hook by the door; I missed his talk and laughter...