It’s hot for May; nearly 100. It’s not riding weather — at least not for 70+ ladies — so I collected an assortment of dogs and went down to the river instead.
It was late in the afternoon, almost evening. The light brought out the myriad textures of the river beautifully. It was down quite a bit. That muddy bank was underwater a day or two ago.
The dogs, of course, approved immediately. The water looks dark and ominous, but it was barely swim-a-dog deep.
You’d have to look very closely to see the red ball behind the reeds. Gena retrieved it, but she thought I could reach it there. I explained to her that I wasn’t about to wade, and she finally brought it to shore.
It’s really beginning to feel like Bakersfield out there — hot. As long as there’s water in the river, though, the dogs and I will be happy.