I had been warned to stay away from the river. Warned it is higher than it has been since Status Quo released "Piledriver." Warned the dyke could give way without a moment's notice, sending us within the cold embrace of its shit brown current to the bottom of the Salish Sea.
I took my dog for a walk by the river. Figured there would be no one else there. I was right. Canadians are a cautious lot. Sometimes I wonder if I am Canadian at all. The Hammer pissed on the post warning us away.
The river, when it is high, is a marvelous thing. Quiet, yet deadly, like a bottle of cask strength scotch.
We sat on its bank and drank it in.
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