Today we met a man named Paul on the road through Cascade Locks.
He is something of a renaissance man.
We shared a picnic table with Paul outside the Eastwind Drivein. He had just finished kiteboarding on the Columbia River. It was a perfect day for a 71 year old kiteboarder, sunny and windy. He also plays the fiddle and saxophone, is a fabulous caricaturist and artist. He got second place in the state fiddling competition and a second in a state raquetball tournament. He invited us to a bluegrass festival where he is performing on the weekend.
He is a retired electrical engineer who rigged his car to carry all of the tools of his many trades; his kiteboard, musical instruments, airbrushing tools, and a spare pair of shorts and a t shirt.
I told him all he is lacking is a dog,
but it would have to be an extremely small and patient Chihuahua,
and I don't think Chihuahuas come patient.
At least I don't know any.