I swam at the crux of the Columbia and Willamette Rivers. Perfect swimming. No, really. Perfect swimming. Clear, cool, calm but not stagnant, powerful but not overpowering, massive but not overwhelming, beautiful yet industrial, populated but not crowded. And the ship passing by had the name of my old cross street on it. SHAVER. I was planning to swim every day I was in Oregon. I guess one out of six is better than zero for six. And so worth it.