I'm hard to coax away from the typewriter, even on a beautiful afternoon. We are all heading for the river beach. She is a gloriously sunny child, and when she turns, her face is radiant with innocence and delight, like the blooming of a flower. Bonny is 12. We are on the Oregon Coast.
Times are hard.
But the catching is good, after all, for an outlaw family in the Coast Range. David is 15, a superb hunter who brings waterfowl. Duncan is 9, and a skillful fisherman. Bonny gathers wild strawberries from the beach dunes. And all of therm are out in the pre-dawn ocean chill digging clams while old Dad slumbers.