I got bored sitting around the hose this
afternoon, so around 4:30 p.m., I decided to grab another Cheeseburger Basket
from the Baker’s Corner Grill, and head out to Willow Grove to eat it.
The sunshine was warming; and my body will
appreciate the natural shot of Vitamin D ;-)
It was relaxing. But it was making me nervous too - I don't understand the tides: Bob did though. But Bob is not here now; and the waves were literally moving some of the driftwood near the anchored ship, that at low tide, has quite a stretch of sand between it and the river water:
A steamer clam half-shell dropped by seagulls - those litterbugs! LOL
A feather. Probably from a seagull.
The wind was noisily gusty, and the tide was coming in when I arrived; the lapping waves kept creeping in, moving me further and further back.
Seagulls. The wind gusts - and the waves, kept getting stronger.
I found this Word Search book in the car cubby while searching for paper napkins – Bob always kept one in the car to work on if I had to make a quick stop in a store, and it wasn’t worth him getting out of the car for.
Pages Bob had completed: tears smarted my eyes when I saw his handmarks on the pages … Bob loved doing these word searches. I always bought scads of them - there are 3 more in the bedroom, in his nightstand. Untouched.
After I ate Supper, I decided to sit in the warm sunshine, and pick up where he left off – on page 38.
And I was enjoying the escapade.
Then 2 things happened …
As I was finishing up page 38, a beachcomber
stopped right in front of me and lit a cigarette: so, instead of saying, “Do
you MIND moving along? I have asthma, you self-centered idiot …”
I mean, REALLY! A vast
beachfront, and she has to light up in front of me – where my lungs can’t
escape the choking smoke being blown down them on the gusty river winds???
Instead – I gathered my things, and decided
to walk along the beach for a while; and saw this crude artsy-fartsy beach
shelter, constructed from gathered driftwood beach wood. So, I stopped near it,
and sat down on a big driftwood log; and watched the seagulls glide, swoop, and
swim – and people watched:
Female kayaker.
After a bit, I got restless & thought I’d walk up towards
the kid’s playground area – and back again, to the car: that would be a nice
stretch of the legs.
What I saw on that walk concerns me …
The greedy, wild, Columbia River is eroding Willow grove beach.
The paved trail has been scooped out, by wild nature activity.
Serious undermining erosion – it looks like this section is about ready to drop off too.
I don’t like this new development.
I think I’ll be looking for another place to
eat my out-of-house-Suppers, I the near future. Water makes me nervous. And rivers
do not “call” to me; so, it won’t be like a major sacrifice to eat some place
else.
