My sister visited from Seattle this week. We hung out on Tuesday: half the day indoors, half out. After a late morning(and necessary) shopping spree, we dusted off the red canoe for a quiet paddle on the nearby upper Eno. Given a choice between catching up in a coffee shop or in a canoe, I'll take the canoe almost every time. There is a complexity of shared experience in a canoe, a level of reliance and relating, you just don't get in coffee shop conversation. The afternoon warmed to vest temperature accompanied by an occasional light wind. We talked while we cruised, slowly. This was flat water, no riffles. We paddled upstream, then back down, with a stop in the middle to see an old beaver dam. The water turtles were sunning and the minnows were darting into the shadows...both were first sights for me this Spring. Around a fallen tree, we hushed our talk; maneuvered deliberately. Teamwork.
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