Deep into a stretch

Deep into a stretch, a meditation, a breath. In the midst of Dorothea and children at camp. What a gift.
Stell a and I walked down to the river at the end of Summit, and scrambled a bit down the limestone out crop. There were skullers massed on the rive at the foot of the Lake Street bridge. Perhaps a race.
Kudos to whoever left the plastic bowls for water for the dogs by the drinking fountain there. Very good thing.
Two and a half miles that walk.