Day 31
Wekusko
meaning medicine in the language of the swampy Cree nation. Kind of ironic we
get our days off in a front country camp ground with no one around... Just what
we needed A? Somehow though everywhere we end up I find myself saying at the
end of the day it's not where you go but who you meet when you get there. I've
met some of the kindest people these past weeks up here in Canada. We've been
given two fish and countess knowledge from those who call themselves the Cree.
Sure
enough every great thing must come to an end. With a new set of lows and a jig
in our step we push off on this supposed lake of healing, funny thing though
that day could have amounted to our hardest day of paddling yet. But with a
beat in my heart and Tyler's sweet country lyrics in my ear I pushed myself to
the end. And wouldn't you know it the lake of healing provides us with a
glorious beach to hang our boots up for the night. Medicine for the wiry
traveler A? I didn't even need my Marmot.
To the
sound of papa bear saying Shayla is done with breakfast I awoke revitalized and
terrorized by the thought of the big boos letting me have it all day for making
him the last one in the water for the first time! Surprisingly we had the best
morning of paddling yet, I think for him at least it was due to the fact is was
quite for the first time all trip... Well at first. With a million thoughts
racing through the tangled fish lines that make up my brain I remembered something
told to me a while back which was 25 words or less, translating to only 25
question and one amazing conversation that won't be soon forgot. For the first
time in a long time this lost city boy finally found some light!
_Dustin S. Granat "Inspire while being Inspired"
_Dustin S. Granat "Inspire while being Inspired"
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