When the Homily is about Immunology

Ahhhh...the peace of the River


The RFD Paradosis performed admirably. Despite the trouble of my van almost getting stuck in the loose gravel (a problem I am working out future solutions to), it was a great day. We lost count of how many Humpies we caught...they were so thick in the river that we were all too often snagging them (hate that). The treasured Coho could not be found through the cloud of slimy Pinks, but we shall try again. Beautiful day on the river, and the boat looks good. I'm not really very sore from the rowing either - it was a long drift, hope to find a shorter one by launching from an RV park I saw.

Anyway...I've developed a love affair with rivers since moving to Washington in 1989. It began with Whitewater Rafting and slowed down a bit into "less whitewater" fishing. There is tranquility on the river...peace...something very relaxing about hearing the water gurgle under an anchored up driftboat while you cast out into the riffle above you...

...of course the bizzare and laughable sounds of cows and donkeys - being slughtered or procreating, we weren't sure - as we passed one farm, did amount to a humorous commercial break in the tranquility.

Going to see about having my priest bless the boat. Firday night, before the trip, I sprinkled holy water on the bow and beseeched the prayers of St. Nicholas, Help of Mariners for safety. The new icon above is going to be mounted inside the boat this week.