Despite the title of this entry, I am not writing some sort of troll porn or hairy diva fetishistic thingummy. That's just how I felt last weekend up in Sonoma in the 106 degree heat.
My lovely cousin Clare was with us, visiting for the first time in Sonoma. She is 32 and lives in London where she grew up (my mom's sister married an English guy). She was on the tail end of a round-the-world tour that included paddling up the Amazon River, visiting Cambodia and Laos, and other astounding places that I can't imagine going to. She is really really cool, but not cool enough to make the heat any less miserable. But who cares! We all went down the steep steep hill to the creek and swam/waded around (it is a fairly small creek, at least in the summer). I saw these amazing water snakes, and all kinds of dragonflies, and steelhead trout. Paradise! At least until we tried to hike back up, and then it was evilly, sinfully, hellishly hot and steep and filled with horror.
I planned this great BBQ but it was way too hot to cook, even outdoors, so we dined on cheese, crackers, and peaches.
Sunday it was even more hot and all we did was lie around, groan with misery, and occasionally run into the bathhouse to take cold showers.
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I wish I'd been there to wade in the crick and spray cooling mists (preferably from a squirt-bottle, but maybe from my mouth).
All day I was thinking of you and that great day we all had at the creek last year. It's one of those halcyon memories that stay with you forever.
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