We spent the last few days up along the Russian River. When I was much younger, I rode a bicycle from Sacramento up into Sonoma County then down along the river to the ocean and eventually across the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco. Not a bad way to spend a spring break. I never forgot that river and camping in those redwoods. I'd heard astonishing stories of huge salmon and steehead runs and promised myself to I'd be back.

Nowadays it's the wineries and resorts industry, not water temperature and clarity that dictates the pace of life around here. Looking for a room around Guerneville on the internet, I couldn't help but notice the region is extremely gay freindly. "We have a dog, are pets allowed?"
"I'm sorry no they're not."
"Well what if I told you my dog is gay, would that help?"
"No pets allowed sir"
"OK OK! I get the message. And for the record my dog is straight."