A quiet day just hanging around Chiloquin.
I take a long walk along the Williamson River at nearby Collier Memorial State Park.
The clarity of this water is amazing.
Lots of people out enjoying this drop-dead gorgeous summer day. Warning: people back home, you might want to skip this part. 68 degrees, 21% humidity.
|A fly fisherman who has a lot to learn.|
I spy an Osprey nest! This parent feeds the young ones.
I drive to town and stroll about the tiny town center, population 723.
I’m a sucker for small-town libraries.
Maybe it's the dichotomy. Small-town libraries are government-run facilities yet staffed with people who lovingly tend them. The pampered personalization lends each its own homey charm. A more talented photographer than I should publish a coffee-table book: Small Town Libraries of the U.S.A. Or something like that.
Chiloquin’s library is so pleasant that, if the weather weren’t ideal, I would stay a while. Tip: if you want to find out what’s really going on around town, and who’s doing what (and to whom), stop reading and start listening.
Later, back at the WIN encampment, some casino representatives visit and give the group a big box of freebies.
|Richard will distribute the goodies at the evening gathering.|
Each SWAG bag includes playing cards, a lanyard, and 2 water bottles. The Casino personnel are great hosts. (Although, I'm guessing from some of the long faces, the casino came out ahead on the deal).
Aimless days like this feel like magic to me. After so many years of nose firmly applied to grindstone, I’m still adjusting to this miraculous freedom. Not an hour goes by that I don’t feel the most profound gratitude.
Tomorrow the group heads to Bend, Oregon.