The familiar early morning sillhouette on the freeway siding.
Vestiges from the logging past...
Emily in fine speakeasy fashion.
I joined Saturday's conga-line of paddlers from Big River to the Point Cabrillo Lighthouse.
The tiny town of Cabot Cove* above.
*I've dated myself with a "Murder She Wrote" reference.
Gregg and Doug battle for the same bit of real estate.
Boonville bike racks
Arriving at camp, the markings of suburban landscape accoutrement?
Pressed into service… Johann
…and our hosts, Krista and Nathan,
Eoin and Emily
We stopped first at an arch equipped with a custom sunroof.
Back at camp… Saturday night potluck preparations underway, with the community bulletin board of lost things and reminders.
Arriving too late to join one of the many Albion to Van Damme groups, I joined a few ladies I ran into in Boonville for an Albion River tour. Found this little pied-a-terre undergoing improvements.
The World's ONLY Pop-up Speakeasy for Paddlers!
…served up a custom collection of cocktails custom crafted for the cayaking crowd.
Cris approves of the service.
and, of course, a speech from Gordon
Will it fit?
Under the sea...
Evelyn brought the whole garden!
Another little artist's cottage
Velvet ropes… crafted from swim noodles or stuffed with cast-off packing peanuts. That Krista...
And finally, I've attended a John Boeschen paddle....
A morning shampoo by the campfire…
A short break at Russian Gulch.
… and some lovely tomatoes.