The House on the River

Living on a houseboat was but a five-year dream

My dad and husband on the rickety houseboat on the Willamette River in Portland, OR.

We were just passing through Portland. My secret husband and I (it’s a long story if you care to read it here) were unsettled. We’d left England and spent about nine months visiting friends and family in Philadelphia, Atlanta, Minneapolis, and Los Angeles. We housesat and worked odd jobs in Los Angeles and Mendicino. Our good friends in Portland…