The property next to us just sits there. The weeds are now over 6 feet tall. The owners haven't sent anyone to mow.


There are a couple trails like these in amongst the tall weeds. They all lead to...

the swimming hole. A wise son hung his towel on a tree limb.

Two more sons did the same.

You may be wondering what body of water this is. It's the Tillamook River. It's very shallow at this particular spot. The boys can go about half way out and it's up to their knees. The older boys could probably go all the way across. On the far side there is a bit of a current so the younger boys are definitely not allowed. Chris has his friend Brian S. over to play too. It's the perfect day. It's almost 80 degrees at our house with the smallest of breezes.

I had the boys move upstream just a little. I wasn't comfortable with where they were at.

Looks like loads of fun. Yesterday the boys were down here for 4 hours. I figure they will do the same today. We will only see them if they are hungry. Reminds me of my childhood. Go out and play all day without a care in the world.

Just around the corner is the river part of our property. It's a drop-off at our bank and therefore not accessible for the boys. I don't even know how deep it is behind our house. Welcome to the swimming hole.
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If we ever get out west, can we come visit. It looks like loads of fun!
Of course you can come visit! Feel free to stay as long as you like. :)
That is the way childhood should be - go and play, imagine, dream, create. You are such a good mommy!!!!
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