It still is a nice morning for coffee outside on the dock.
|Flying Tigers Cup|
Tym and June take a kayak ride after breakfast, and he takes her to a small waterfall on the west bank. The gentle purr is nothing like the roar of Chatterbox.
Boats here do not have to be stern tied, as the force of the water coming from the falls keeps them pointed forward.
Many boats leave at 8:25A for the early slack at Malibu Rapids, and Rum Tum Tugger gets a space at the dock.
Oh, my! What is that I hear? Thunder??? Thunder is for Texas! We quickly get Jake's Thunder Shirt for him, but hope the black cloud to the right is the 60% blowing away to the west.
Not so, as the 40% behind it is wet! As in downpour!
Johnny and Gena choose this moment to leave, and cruise by to say Goodbye. We hope they have a safe trip. It has been so wonderful to visit with them.
Where are June and Tym? Who knew it would rain? June has never paddled so fast in all her life. Luckily, she has her hat....
We grab our brand new yellow -- never-worn-in-the-rain coats to grab their kayak when they come in. Then take a photo with Anne, who is wearing the same color shirt!
While it rains, we have lunch with June and Tym, and discuss many things that we have in common. One poignant memory is that we were all in Europe on Nine Eleven and share stories of how the Europeans were so kind and sympathetic to us about what happened to our country. For Herb and me on our motorcycle trip in the Alps, a lady on a mountain pass who could not speak English, gestured and said, "Boom, boom." One of the members of our party asks Herb to pray at dinner.
Tym says when they were in Italy a special memorial service was held at the Cathedral with many Roman Catholic Bishops participating.
The rain stops in late afternoon!
I have never had an interest in kayaking.
But today....I become athletic enough to get into Tym's and he takes me to the foot of the waterfall. He tells me the advantage of his is that it can run up onto the rocks and 'beach' itself. Looks like a good thing to me.
We go between the rocks, then onto the rocks for a close look at the falls.
We pause and no one speaks. It is mystical, it is spiritual.
|Tym and Willie watching the water cascade before them.|
and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
Sunday, August 11, 2013