Driving to James Bay

[OldTimer]

“There’s something powerful and indescribable about being totally isolated and adrift somewhere, and I suspect that even a brief such experience would do a person a world of good."

Absolutely true!

In the late 60’s and through the 70’s - my father and I used to spend at least 6 days on a canoe trip each year, WAY back into Algonquin Park…. 6 or 7 portages plus a river run just going in, then that or more to get ourselves back out.

Looking back now I see - this was the greatest series of gifts my father could have given me.

We could spend hours in the canoe without speaking, with the only sound being heard was the “zipppppppppp” of the droplets from the paddles hitting the lake surface on each stroke.

I learned how dark that dark can get, and that wet has many levels. I also learned how bad a cook my dad was, but I ate it all……….smile

At times – it was neither relaxing nor easy……… but we both returned in much better “shape” physically and mentally, each & every time.

Today – my father is gone – but I still “get away from it” each time I fish, or walk in the woods– where my mind can become temporarily isolated from this so “busy about nothing” world - and be set adrift to remember, to dream, to smile, and to enjoy today.

Cheers,

OldTimer