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Friday, July 11, 2008
Canoeing With Perspective
That day the sky was clear and the sun was hot. It was a typical May day in South Florida. We are used to the heat, so it does not bother us too much; therefore, we were not worried about becoming overheated in the mid-day sun. We hopped in the car and drove the short distance to the preserve.
When we got there, we stopped under a pavilion and checked in with a volunteer who instructed us to fill out the necessary paperwork. With a few signatures and dates and a little bit of standing around we were ready to go.
Justice had me take this picture of his paddle, because he wanted to have a shot of the Indian on there. Who can resist a request like that?
The volunteers had us split into groups and matched Justice and I up with another volunteer named Dave to fill the canoes. One by one they loaded us into the vessels and pushed us into the body of water which fills our tubs and washing machines each day. Because we had a volunteer in our canoe we needed to be the last canoe in the line making its way through the marsh. This way, we would ensure nobody was left behind and we could offer assistance to anybody in need.
Dave was very knowledgeable and was an expert at steering the canoe. Justice had to sit in the middle, just like when we paddled down the Peace River; but, this time he got his own paddle. He was quite proud of himself as he splish, splashed his way down the marsh along with us. He felt like he was part of the crowd. He was helping.
As we paddled along we saw all sorts of wild life and added a new experience to our repertoire. Every so often we stopped as a group to listen to a short lecture about this plant or that, how islands came to be and how this body of water was tied to the water that poured out of our kitchen sinks. It really put things into perspective. The water that comes from our faucets was not just some form of magic or something to be taken for granted. We were floating in it. It was something that could be used up, ruined or endangered by us. It was real.
As the hour came to an end, we were getting a bit warm and were quite ready for a cold drink and a hearty lunch. It was just long enough to enjoy the trip; yet, not so long that it became a chore. Those are my favorite kind of outdoor excursions.
We disembarked with ease and headed off for a quick lunch and a relaxing day with one another. I could not imagine a better way to spend Mother's Day.
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