ow long had it been since we'd dipped the canoe in a lake? Long enough. We had a few hours an Okanagan afternoon two weeks ago to paddle away and we did. The perfect balance of crisp air and warm sun, spring at it's best, leaving the shoreline to rim us like a giant bathtub.
I love everything about our canoe. This time I noticed how much I especially loved the seats. Ironically, the seats (and the yoke) are the only things Mark did not build but I still love them. They are woven and thus super tush-friendly. As a kid I remember canoes being terribly uncomfortable after being in them for a time but ours is not and, other than the muscle pull and stretch of paddling with unpracticed shoulders, the ride is pain-free and perfectly agreeable in every way. We floated around the marina admiring the sailboats, Mark dreaming of making his own one day.
... when what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a pub on the shore with a wee little pier!
And our boat slipped on forward, to the dock we were tied,
and us on our lake-legs picked a nice spot outside ....
Going to a restarant via boat was, oh, FUN. I loved it. Feeling full of the open air, hearty and hungry, the sun, friendship, glad for a break in a breaking year.