In my former life, in my former town, I knew how to have a picnic. I'd hop in the truck, grab some cheese and crackers and reed's ginger brew, original, and head up the river. I knew the good places where nobody knows, private land, deep green holes like bathwater in August. But I don't know these rivers. I can't find a private place for a picnic. Now, it is my mission to figure this out. I don't want to go too far and I don't want to hang out with the throbbing metropolis. I just want to have a picnic. Period.
Today I drove out to Oxbow Park in Gresham. I'm not sure, but I think it was the Sandy River. It was alright. I found a nice table overlooking the river and read for awhile. I don't know, right now, if you can achieve privacy here in the big city. But on a scale of 1 to 10, I'm giving Oxbow Park a lukewarm 6 for a couple of reasons: number one: it is my first graded park and I wouldn't feel right giving it high marks when there is nothing to compare it with. I won't even consider Lewis and Clark or Blue Lake Park or Dabney Park which were packed with young drunk people who couldn't drive well and the grass is brown. And two: you can't even bring your dog. And truthfully, I don't care if you can't bring your dog, I care that I can't bring my dog. My dog is at least entertaining and not mean.
So there you have it: Park #1 Oxbow a rating of 6 on the picnicable scale.
My knee is better, for those of you keeping up. Torn meniscus. No dancing.
5 comments:
i bet there just aren't any secret swimming holes left. there are some nice spots on the sandy river though.
I just want a time machine.
It's swell that you are getting out...what with your infirmity and all. Now what with the knee?
I think someone has a fishing pond, or someone knows of some hot springs. hope springs eternal.
if you can't bring your dog, it's not a river. that's what i say and i don't even have a dog but i better be able to bring him. or her.
glad your knee is improving.
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