10-20-13 Paddle

We went paddling into the wilderness of channels and sometime passages of that inland island of the lower Columbia I will not name. Seven in all, our cumulative experience average to good, though none of us, save our adventurous leader, had previously explored this watery maze. Happily that sunny yesterday we entered the grassy passages, tooling down one snaking channel and up the next, providing the bald eagle perched atop his tallest snag an amusing view: flotilla of crazies in single file, outlandishly attired, giggling and chattering in circles and curls through the tall reeds in the unmistakably confounding manner of humans. Ridiculous to be sure, but from our view, we glided along our own logic, among forget-me-nots impossibly gracing the waters edge, past the bothered bard owl, to the log half-submerged where all of this confusion began, back to the familiar canal again. We will return.