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.