There’s this river near my house called the Willamette. In high school, this was my “third location”. I had my house. I had my school. And everything that didn’t happen at either of those, happened at the Willamette. I rowed on this river every day, twice a day, for 7 years. Outside of practice, I walked on its beaches. I ran its paths. I swam across. In middle school, I did a study about the insects on its shores. In high school, it hosted bonfires. First as a COVID necessity (with 3 masked friends sitting around a fire in the middle of April), but then, as a traditional gathering place, where I’d throw crazy bonfires with upwards of 20 people. This was my social life.
Willamette, Revisited
Willamette, Revisited
Willamette, Revisited
There’s this river near my house called the Willamette. In high school, this was my “third location”. I had my house. I had my school. And everything that didn’t happen at either of those, happened at the Willamette. I rowed on this river every day, twice a day, for 7 years. Outside of practice, I walked on its beaches. I ran its paths. I swam across. In middle school, I did a study about the insects on its shores. In high school, it hosted bonfires. First as a COVID necessity (with 3 masked friends sitting around a fire in the middle of April), but then, as a traditional gathering place, where I’d throw crazy bonfires with upwards of 20 people. This was my social life.