My Love, back in the day. I think this is on the Colorado, (but if I go ask him, he'll get suspicious and this post will never get published. I'm so sneaky.). Another photo Here. Steve spent most of his 20's working, playing and living on the river - whitewater kayaking and guiding rafts. Travelling back and forth across the US, and 'living his retirement a bit early' as I say. His love and respect for the water was one of the first beautiful things I knew about him.
Since Calvin was born, he's skipped out on the risky stuff (thank you), and only manages to make his way back to play on the river once a year. So this weekend, we're headed (way) up north for some camping and river action on the old stomping grounds. There will be a bit of backpacking, visiting with old friends, and some first time rafting by atleast one of my little babes (eek!). And since we're going to be camping river-side (hence, away from the car), I'm trying to pack as light as we can (which is kind of a joke, considering there are five of us. And three of whom I'm guessing won't be carrying their share of the load! Ha!). So I made these small camping pillows with some flannel from the stash, and a cheap-o feather pillow torn up - so voila - no need to ball up a fleece jacket for a pillow. Ah, the comforts (yes, a bit of sarcasm. I will admit to being more of a 'cabin' kind of camping girl. But it's all good. ;) )
I'll be back next Tuesday! Have a good weekend, everyone!