A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.
Perfect afternoon of canoeing on Lake Sharon. The first day coming back to campus after summer break is always bittersweet. We get to go canoeing and wading in the lake with friends when it's still warm, but then school actually starts, of course.