Balancing the wooden canoe, all my gear inside, all I need for two days on the Kedgwick River in the company of other women.
Small rivers run from wrist to elbow as I lift and dip the oars.
An eagle glides overhead. A lynx considers us from the forest's edge.
From the other canoes, laughter, conversations in French and English.
Someone is hungry.
Someone has to pee.
Someone is overwhelmed by the wonder of it all.
My dear friends Deb and Denise braved a wicked winter storm to fly from New Brunswick, Canada, to spend a few days with me two weeks after my brain surgery. They brought wonderful coffee and other gifts from Acadie. They cooked gorgeous, healthful food and took me on outings (since I wasn't yet cleared to drive). They even tried to repair my dishwasher. In spite of a call to Deb's husband, Phil, the attempt was unsuccessful--but O! the entertainment value!