The 4th of July took us to the crowded banks of the Willamette River on the border of downtown Portland. We hoisted our beloved canoe off our car and through the thickness of chairs and people on the shore to the waters edge.
We eagerly glided into the calm water and joined the happy throng of river goers, mostly power boats of different shapes and sizes. We were there to watch the fireworks, a show that would be happening right beside us on the water. They shoot an assortment of fireworks off of a sizable barge in the middle of the river each year. We wanted front row seats to the event, and that's just what we got!
We paddled around for an hour or so before the show started. We made a visit to the far side of the river where the Blues Festival was going. I smiled and we heard a musician jamming on the piano as we paddled by.
We had so much fun poking around in our canoe, exploring all the different boats out on the water and getting all sorts of funny comments from those on the big crafts. "Aren't you scared to be out here?" They all seemed a bit surprised at the brave tenacity of our relatively tiny boat amongst their own. We were loving it and at no time did we feel in danger or the slightest bit threatened by our towering neighbors. We were all out there for the same reason, to enjoy the beauty of the water, celebrate our independence, and enjoy the fine company of those we were with. And that's exactly what we did!
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