back to the island

Sauvie's Island.

The first question was: why don't we come out here every day? We set up the shade thing and pretty soon I didn't care if all the fat women and screaming children in the world were upon us, blanket to blanket. All that mattered was the water, the mighty Columbia, my wading pool, and I am weightless, swivelling like an otter, the sandy bottom much nicer than lake muck. I'm a river girl.