Just a Half Hour

The other day there was tons of work to do and it was overcast all day, and then the sun came out.  And there was still tons to do. I  just needed to see some wild stuff.   The water in the creek is running clear and fast.  Very cold.

 Turkey vultures.

Lovely pannicles.

 A lovely pair of geese was resting on the creek bank.   We settled in and to watch them for a bit.

 They were a bit unsettled and took to the water.

 Blixie thought this was riveting.

 And then she lost interest and took off exploring.

And came back.
And our half hour was up.

Some days I wish I had more than a half hour to see what's beyond this horizon.

And so I wonder while I wander.

I love wandering.  

Lessons from a Turkey Club

One of the most unexpected surprises of our Wabakimi trip was the drive along the shores of Lake Superior.   Amazing. Glimpses that take your breath away. They end up being indelible moments that you never forget. You craned your neck as far as you could to see to take in the whole view. And a bend in the road or a treeline would take it all away.

Sometimes getting to the destination is half the adventure but we were trying to make good time and as much as we wanted to...we didn't have time to stop.  Isn't life just like that sometimes?

On the way there we didn't want to drive in the dark between Wawa and T'Bay. On the way home, darkness and large wildlife would not be a factor. We planned better...and made time to linger longer. Breakfast at Tim's and a Turkey Club to go. And then we waited for the perfect spot.

 A sandwich never tasted so good.  The large wildlife never did materialize but a little lynx ran across our path right after we hit the road.  Serendipity.

Life lesson?  Always leave time for the unplanned and unexpected;flexibility to be spontaneous.
...and always pack a lunch! You just never know why you may need a reason to linger longer....

My Dad's Hankie

My Dad always carried a hankie in the pocket of his coveralls or work pants.  Most often it was a big red one if he was working but it could be a smaller one too.

When both he and my Mom passed away these hankies are something I kept.

They come in handy in the bush.   Really handy.   And this thin tattered one is the best of the best.  Thin and tattered means it was with my Dad a lot and washed a lot.   On a hot day dipping it in the lake or creek and tying it on is heavenly.  It helps long hair behave and stay out of the eyes, keeps the back of your neck from getting burned, and keeps big and little flies from eating away at your hairline.

Mostly, I have a little reminder of my Dad with me when go into the bush.   He passed away before I started going on these wilderness adventures.   He loved nature and hiking and I have no doubt that he would have enjoyed canoeing.  He loved the challenge of getting places that were off the beaten path.  He would have loved the work and seeing the sights....the middle of nowhere.  It reminds me that I'm a bit like him that way.

I took this photo one morning in Wabakimi.  My hair was really long at that time and each morning I would go to the edge of the water and braid my hair...and wrap it.  Most of our campsites were on these massive granite ridges of the Canadian Shield.  Our canoes would make landfall on these ridges, and on the night of my birthday, we laid out under an incredible moonless sky, watching the Perseides meteor showers...the ridge still warm from the day's sun.    Unforgettable days and moments.  

PS When going through the original photo sequence to locate this one, I realized I took this photo on our last morning.  We were about to pack everything up.   Re-visiting helped me realize an additional detail. 

This is awesome when you're a detail person.