There are so many inviting paths, dirt roads, winding creeks and branches and rivers. They teased me all along the road. Finally, while we were stopped at a rest area along I-65 in Tennessee, I took advantage of having to "walk the dog." Sarah was amenable, and David had a guy to talk to about a Jaguar, so I figure we wouldn't be missed for a while.
Across the rest area, past the trucks, to the other side and down a path that led to the bank of the river. Violets were blooming. The river was coursing along. Rock cliffs towered. There were no loud trucks or speeding cars. It was a time to take deep breaths of fresh air.
I didn't have a canoe, but for a few minutes I was there.