Splendid memories from paddling hundreds of knots and glorious
An avid Canoeist since I was old enough
to hold a paddle in my hands, I was fortunate to have discovered the quiet, romantic beauty
of roaming about
on backcountry lakes or floating down miles of rivers.
Born and raised in Michigan, "Cedar Moon" depicts the early
morning hours spent paddling on Blue Lake, located in the northern
part of the state.
During my teenage youth, as others slept in the
warmth of the cabin I would venture out in the morning darkness to
paddle Dad's old "Arrowhead" cedar and canvas canoe. Ah, this was my
escape! Perched atop a severely worn cane woven seat with fishing gear lying
across the wood planking under my feet, I was free to explore the magical,
morning wonders of nature
- my personal version of paradise.
There was nothing to compare of the damp chill and the refreshing,
wonderful scent of mist and cedar in the air before dawn. My soul was
always touched with the eerie waking call of a Loon far across the water.
And as nature would allow it, once again the sun would
make it's grand entrance, promising yet another fine day out on the
Taking a break traveling along Route 66, enjoying a
Actually, any afternoon is a bit more pleasant spending time paddling on open water.
"Jewel of the Elk" - inspired while paddling
Elk Lake by canoe,
"Jewel of the Elk"
"Doing what you like is freedom, liking what you do