Behind my childhood home runs a canal. In the distance the smallest, largest mountain range appears surrounded by farmland and old roads. Since the part of California were I grew up has hot summers- most living things that do not have water turn golden and dry up. It makes for striking contrast of textures and many lazy summer days.
Unless you are a boy with a way to beat the heat… then you might have a brainstorm to build a raft and float the canals. Since our ranch has a collection of every imaginable piece of scrap iron, old wood, posts, barrels, rope and not to mention tool… it is a perfect haven for young boy's raft dreams.
The raft made with railroad ties, ropes, an old barrel, plus a coy duck… it is not ready to float but nearly. A few trials were taken- they sank and nearly toppled over because it was too small. They have a better plan of action: Longer raft with the addition of two more barrels.
Don't you just love the pushed up muscle? They are knee deep into their summer dreams, they have not missed one beat. Of course their raft dreams could be met simpler by following baby Kate's lead. There are no words to describe the photos below…they speak without saying…. Why create a raft when a plastic bucket of water will do?
Baby Kate's ice-cream bucket raft and party hat to boot.
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