Scouting the rivers

I went out to the Salmon River last week. Anna Noah and I decided once to go on a camping trip out there & then it happened to be the opening night of The Blair Witch Project and I didn't know anything about it but Anna got us there early to get in line and we made it into cinema 21. Probably the most terrifying movie I've ever seen. And then, off from there to the oregon woods.
A real sleepless one of shrieking at every breaking twig, every night bird. So scary and I know Anna got a real thrill from it. And good old puppa.

The next day we swam in what I still declare to be the coldest water in the world.

This time I did not go swimming. It was raining and foggy. Just thinking of her and missing her.
Itwould be good for us all to go out there together except for the road has been blocked off and there is about a half mile of trail which at one point is crossed by big fallen trees and a new creek.
This is my report. Anywhere else I should be scouting.. i'll try to get out to the sandy..

love love indeed
Denk

Anna's Heart

I thought this story was from our Bank Street days, but I see the film wasn't made until 1984 so I guess Anna and I were in high school. (We managed to stay in close touch throughout high school, even though I went to Trinity and Anna headed to the East side!)...

We went to Loews to see the Mel Gibson film, "The River," about a family battling to hold on to their farm in the face of economic hardship. Not surprisingly, as the story developed, the family had to pack up their belongings and livestock, and cross a river in driving rain. Unfortunately their cow didn't make it across.

About 45 minutes after the river-crossing scene, the plot and landscape had changed considerably, and things were looking up for the family, I looked over at Anna and her face was completely wet.

"Why are you crying?" I whispered.

"Because the cow died," Anna whispered back.

That was Anna's heart.



(Post written by Paulette, who doesn't yet understand how to post herself)