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The Art of Life
December 20, 2005
When I must leave the great river
O bury me close to its wave
And let my canoe and my paddle
Be the only mark over my grave
‘Mon Canoe d’écorce’ (’My Bark Canoe’)
I didn’t know him, but Joe Seliga represented something good and important. I shared the water with his canoes once or twice, and it was a [...]
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Right Where I Am
October 17, 2005
It’s hard to figure out where this trip began…
First, a few weeks ago we paddled down the St. Croix with a floatilla of three canoes and swore we’d be back.
Then, Saturday afternoon, while Rosie and I are cavorting in the fallen leaves and the golden trees at a state park, Canoeman leaves me a message. [...]
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September on the St. Croix
September 19, 2005
Rosie and I were paddling the Loonie Tune, Canoeman and T.L. were in the Freighter, the old Alumacraft, and we both flanked like bodyguards the star of the paddle, a canoe you’re honored to float alongside, Seliga #173, a wood-canvas canoe handmade by Joe Seliga in his garage in Ely just like he’s been doing [...]
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The Sky Is My Salvation
June 2, 2005
Every trip into the canoe country leaves me with lasting memories of the skies. Venturing into the watery lands on the Minnesota-Ontario border has left me with countless vivid images of clouds stretching across broad expanses. Brilliant or hazy blues, bold or stained whites, aquariums of every shape of cloud or vacant voids that leave [...]
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I Won’t Say I’m Glad to be Back…
May 31, 2005
There won’t be a formal trip report as I often spew out after time spent out-of-doors… Rather, in the coming weeks, expect the occasional random thoughts and memories of our blissful nine days in the Boundary Waters.
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