It's very late where we all are. I crossed over the Columbia River today*, & walked a bit along its northern shore with my dogs. People swam & almost no one had a mask on, although I did. My dogs did not.
Did I resist an urge to swim? I did! Did I resist an urge to commandeer a boat from the nearby marina & sail away? I did! Did I resist an urge to take pictures of families playing in the water because I felt like that would be creepy? I did!
It was a nice walk nonetheless**.
On the other side of the river, in dear old Portland, we stopped to find donuts & people were out on the street, all of them or almost all of them wearing masks. It was dark by then & my eyes don't work so well in the dark***. The donuts, bought in a grocery store, were baked, but were fine.
Maybe I've not mentioned it here before but I love long dog walks in unfamiliar parts of town. Not so much nature walks, although those are nice too. I should probably be more methodical but I want to say after many years that I've walked in all the neighborhoods in Portland. My wife refers to the walks as "palate cleansers," although she might be referencing something I said before. It certainly sounds like something I'd say****. I'm thinking we should do these walks more than once a week, if we can find the time. Like I said, I love them.
Oh, the dogs love them, too. It makes them happy*****.
* I was on a bridge in a car. Nothing fancy.
** I took a few non-creepy pictures.
*** I forgot to turn the headlights on as we exited the grocery store, someone drove by & said "Lights, lights, lights!"
**** & not like something she'd day.
***** They get very excited & move faster & with more purpose than on our regular walks. That's why I think it makes them happy. They of course don't ever tell me how they're feeling.
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