Just like that.. I am off.. Like a little rabbit heading down a rabbit hole. The story of how someone got where they are, is always more interesting to me than where they currently are. But, this weekend as I shot balloons for the 20-something season, it was the river that held my attention.
Our beautiful Yakima River that divides our town was buzzing with paddle boards, kyacks, and the like. Something, that hasn’t been the norm. For years our little part of the river sat quietly. Sadly so. As beautiful as the balloons are… and have been, it was the new birth on the river that held my attention. I found myself wondering what had changed? Why all of the sudden had people taken to the river? While even in my own little circle water sports have become the thing to do, I guess I was still surprised by it. In a good way. Thrilled really; unlike the geese whose paradise had been interrupted.
Today’s events reminded me of this one simple truth… things change. And often they do so, without us knowing the full reason as to why they did. Not needing our permission or approval, or even our personal involvement.
As I sat on the banks of the river I felt an odd comfort in knowing that it is still true that behind every good story, is another story.
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A COWGIRL CALLED 