We spent the weekend enduring the heat/humidity situation, like everyone else. On Sunday we could take it no longer, and we booked it for our favorite river swimming spot as soon as Edith was up from her nap. At the river, Edith ate watermelon and drank seltzer with our friend Rachael—no one can deny a baby a watery beverage when it’s one million degrees outside, even if it comes in a can—and wore her Canadian bathing suit, and was a fish (not pictured, unfortunately).
I was delighted by the rock sculptures left behind by other river swimmers, and felt like maybe there is art to be had, and art to be found, and art to be lived, here in this valley where we live after all.
