A River Runs Through

We followed the Siuslaw River 20170802_152530_001to Florence.

Since our hotel room wasn’t ready, I wanted to give the dogs an opportunity to swim and get wet. Water.IMG_8280

I didn’t even care that there was more muck and mud than water; that’s what the North 20170802_161630Jetty was offering. My sandals acted like suction cups as my feet slurped and sucked to the water. Sometimes I came right out of my shoe and had to go back. Meanwhile, the dogs splashed about. img_8267.jpg

It didn’t take very long before20170802_163218 Lucy had to rest. I can’t help think that I thought her life  was over just a few weeks ago. Who knows, maybe this trip wasn’t her Swan Song.20170802_163214

Sylvia watched while I threw the stick. IMG_8247Over and over and over.  IMG_8275

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After a while, the dogs stopped bringing  back the stick and the next activity began: IMG_8238Digging. Maybe Ricky had gone clamming in a previous life. I know he was at least an excavator.

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