Days with heat; baking hot like an oven so that the sound of hot can be seen through the waves and motion of the air. Summer days in the desert, they have finally arrived. The last of my three day weekends began with a quiet Friday night. A pleasant Saturday visiting with my son and his Grammie among the mature trees lining the meandering portion of the Columbia that drifts along side Richland and Howard Amon Park.
It is boat race weekend.
Soundgarden is playing at the Gorge.
The tripod gathered on the Royal slope and were chauffered to the concert. We spent some time drilling and filling and catching up before heading out in the late afternoon sun. I enjoy the Gorge venue more than any other, to see a band live. The soundwaves echo off the canyon walls, mixing with the heat waves. Blankets are laid on grass levels that flow up from the concert floor gathering in a patchwork of colors and people. The people watching is fantastic. Nothing is more pleasant than listening to a rock concert of a band you love at a reasonable decibel and the feel of a hot summer night on your shoulders as you do it outside. Outside.
The temporary sounds of fast planes, rushing over the house like we live on an air base. Roaring of engines and races on the water.
The sounds and heat of the last weekend in July in the Columbia Basin.
No comments:
Post a Comment