One red canoe

My birthday gift from DAG.
Suddenly I found myself in the possession of a red canoe. Something I have wanted for about 30 years, ever since HG made me paddle around the dark side of the island at Kashwakamak at 9pm on a cold October evening.


So then what do you do? You have to take it for a spin -- I mean a maiden voyage
Its heavy so you can't carry it too far on top of your head -- it needs to be in water

DAG and I practised carrying it around to the back of the house. that was quite far enough. I have now bought it a set of wheels so that we can walk it down to the end of the street.



But it works best in water. Meech Lake for instance where we saw five loons in one canoe trip.
We have had beautiful beaver tail paddles for at least 10 years waiting for the time when we'd have our own canoe.


Meech lake is not a big lake
But big enough that you can feel like you've left everyone behind for a while, even when a Trailhead expedition has bee organized for the same day.

Aside from the loons there was a chipmunk that decided to eat each lunch of wild raspeberries on HG's leg (couldn't get to the camera) and dragonflies that also took a fancy to sunning themselves on HGs yellow T-shirt.


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