Thursday, October 16, 2003

Let's Yak
Fall is here. Wet. Cold. Hostas limp from a killing frost. Field mice moving into the barn. But the paddling is still mighty fine.

"Let's yak," Renee wrote in the subject line of her e-mail. So despite the light rain and 50 degree temp, we launched her Perception kayak and my Mohawk solo into the upper St. Joe River this afternoon.

We paddled upstream to the iron bridge and, as we floated back, the sun came out. The skies were October blue, such an intense blue not seen the rest of the year. The sky and trees, mostly gold but some red, were reflected in the water for a double dose of natural beauty.

Then we sat around the campfire pit and continued to yak.

What a wonderful fall day.

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