The Search
I’m sitting serene.
Dim light shows between
The last leaves to fall
Beside oaks so tall.
What is it About Canoes?
Water moves me. It conceals and reveals. The most obvious objects when submerged mere feet below its surface can remain indefinitely obscured from discovery. Yet, when mountains obstruct travel, a river becomes a highway; mile after mile revealing new scenes, new life, and new experiences. There exists nothing so vital, so helpful, so serviceable, yet so dangerous and mysterious as water. It can kill you. The troubled waves of a perfect storm or the vehement suction of a whitewater hydraulic…