For time immemorial, mankind has found something cleansing and redemptive in rivers. Well, far be it from me to break that tradition.
This is my official checking-out-to-go-on-vacation music, folks. For the next week, I’ll be floating and white-water rafting through the high desert canyons of the Deschutes River in Oregon ….
No Internet, no cell phones, no guides. Just a group of good friends, some beautiful scenery, great fishing for very large and feisty native rainbow and, oh yes, a cooler or two filled with cold beer. Somebody oughtta write a book about it.
Oh wait. Someone did.
Take me to the river.
Drop me in the water.
See ya’ll in August.