... but we still made our run to the river park this morning. It's still raining, but at least August rain is normal rain, for Fairbanks, and I think I'm getting used to it because it seemed a lovely morning. The air was clear and crisp. When we arrived at the river, there was a beaver doing acrobatics in the swift, flood-fed current. I was amazed at his strength. Going against the current and going with the current were the same to him. Just a flick of his tail and a push of his paw, and he went any direction he liked. He slapped the water surface with his tail and dove under and surfaced minutes later in unguessable locations.
And down behind some trees, where there is a nice shelf on the bank where some people like to picnic when the weather is nice, and which had been underwater for the previous week, was a red satin bra. It had been raining all night, and the park was muddy, but this couple who was young enough not to have a place of their own had decided that the river park was a fine enough love nest for them.
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That "young couple" is called "homeless".
No, there are no homeless in our parks. Fairbanks homeless do not sleep outdoors for obvious reasons. But I'm not looking though rose-colored glasses; the city does have many of the social problems that all cities have. My current pet peeve is litter... People around here are just not respectful with their trash. They throw their crap everywhere. :(
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