When I was little and we lived down the Peninsula, Russian River was our summer vacation. It was a destination that felt as if we had traveled. And what I remember was a big white, Casa Blanca-ish cabin with a double bed on the sunporch. And eating vanilla wafers while sitting on that bed. And relatives galore. And so many card games. And walking down a shaded dirt road in the evening with the whole gang to play pee wee golf. And that's it. So I must have been 5 or thereabouts.
On the 4th of July we made a day trip to the river where Satchel and Temple tried to catch mini fish with paper cups and floated along the water in a paddle boat. A long, quiet, leisurely day. Does this say it all, or what?
No matter if you travel a long distance or make it a day trip, the final destination is family time, and rest, and love at its purest. The calendar has turned 624 pages and the pleasure of a family enjoying a day at the river still feels exactly the same.