In the throes of staying socially distant — and staying home — there’s little opportunity for escape.
Spring skiing? Not happening.
A hike in the Gorge or up on Mt. Hood? Nope.
A long weekend on the Oregon Coast? The small towns out there won’t have it, and rightfully so.
Instead, it’s been runs and long walks along the river, catching up with friends and family remotely, and finding some hope in the written word.
Found a combination of all of that yesterday thanks to a long walk with my family, the Willamette River and the poet William Stafford.