To my fellow Canadian bloggers: You have a beautiful country.
Since I was about 7 or so, I have frequented an area in Ontario called Lake of the Woods. While living at home about every 3 years or so my dad and I would make the 24 hour drive to Lake of the Woods for a week of the most wonderful fishing in the world. I was so lucky as a child to have a father, still living by the way, that took me along on these adventures.
So many years have passed now, my dad too old to make the trip anymore. However, he still lives through me and my 23 year old son because now we make the 24 hour drive and stay on the same island...sometimes even in the same cabin that me and dad stayed in so many years ago. The last time Zach and I went was late May of 2007. The water was still very high due to a late ice thaw that spring. My son is of the millennium generation..very wired...hip and connected via twitter, Facebook, a Mac, ipod etc. Even my millennium son however, slows down and disconnects for a week to walk the same paths, fish the same coves and watch the same 11:30pm sunsets I did.
The evening this photo was taken was magical. The line of trees, normally grounded on a bald rock the locals call pelican point were rising out of the high water covering the small island by a few feet. I turned off the motor and we drifted. Neither of us speaking to each other...I think we both just wanted to be alone with our thoughts. The still quite brisk spring air, the far off sounds of the goony birds diving for their last catch of the day and the local stillness surrounded our thoughts... almost hypnotic. We drifted back into open water with the sunset now almost past and headed back to the cabin with memories that Zach will spin to his future son as they drift by this island on a late spring evening at pelican point.
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