Meeting Old Friends

So many possible blips today.

We took a three-hour or so adventure on the Calapooya Creek today with all of my best buds: Tom, Kirby, Grace, Elle, and Jane. We picked blackberries, dodged hornets, waded and swam, watched butterflies - yellow skippers, Lorquin's Admiral - watched Kirby and Jane walk the creeky bottom. What a great adventure today. The girls loved hanging with us old dogs today - we show them a good time. Plus, they learned from The Grand Master the fine art of skipping rocks. No one skips rocks better than their grandfather - my throws of multiple skippage stunned the girls with the sheer skipping perfection.

We traveled the banks under the hot sun known by the nicknames handed to us from Grace of a few years ago: Curly Joe (Tom); Pickle (Grace); Cash Money (Elle); and Speedo (me - although I swear I've never worn or owned a Speedo ever). Elle saw my skipping rocks as "cash money."

We walked across the creek to Tom's nephew Victor's place, where all these horses and every other farm animal resides. Several of these are rescue horses, a sign of Victor's pure and good heart to all animals. He is a great young man.

For a sample of our southern Oregon adventure on the creek and hills with granddaughters and dogs, visit this site here.

I always remember the words of my friend Kim Stafford when I told him of our plans for this site. He said, "What could be better than granddaughters, a cabin, and a creek?" Nothing. Nothing could be better than that, Kim.