Headed out this Father's Day--my first--to the three forks of the Snoqualmie River to sun ourselves after what seems like five straight months of rain.

Took the squirt boat along with me for--as we carpenters say--shits and giggles.

Confluences of rivers are always magical places, sacred places. Where the North, South, and Middle forks of the Snoqualmie come together--powerful eddylines that you can squirt and cartwheel through or just sit on long tail-stalls while looking back at Mt. Si.

Layla and Lau, my two muchachitas smiling at me from the bank.

What more could a dad want?