We headed back up to the Crooked River this week. We lucked out and found our favorite campground . . . completely empty.
That’s unusual this time of year. But as they say, “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
For now, mornings remain almost cold. All too soon summer’s sun will beat back the chill.
For the present, we set up chairs along the river and settled in to enjoy our good fortune.
Fishing was good, I brought a few to the net. The willows nearly overpower the rivers edge, making it difficult for Tip to keep an eye on me or get a drink.
An abundance of butterflies danced across the leaves in the still lush riparian.
Around noon we moved downstream to a new piece of shade and a different stretch of river. At this spot we found the kestrel’s tree occupied by an Osprey.
A lack of defensive efforts (on the kestrels part) suggested the brood has moved on. The osprey seems content in getting his perch back.
It’s already the second week in July, and summer is slipping away. We’ve not had to endure wildfire smoke . . . yet.
So these peaceful excursions are treasured times.
All too soon the dog days of August will require more careful planning on where we might find patches of shade. We do have a few places in mind.
Love ” bee between jobs”!