In Pursuit of Wonder

After taking a look through the window I walked to the side of it where Larry stood examining it. “I think it’s an old train box car. It’s really well built,” he said. “An old box car? Cool!” I replied. Part of the roof, again right above the doors, was…

March 10, 2017 Larry and I sat at his table deciding what we should do this morning. With the warm weather, we were eager to go canoeing but the temperatures had fallen precipitously yesterday afternoon; it was nine degrees this morning so canoeing was out of the question. However, even…

February 15, 2017 Larry and I set out around 8:00 am from his place; once again McCarthy was our destination. This time we went up from the bridge. We began our walk at 8:17 am. It was a beautiful morning, only a few wispy clouds, the temperature was still crisp…

We turned more westward into the tangle of vegetation and trees. We pushed into the line of trees, branches sliding along our coats. We ducked under branches and pushed others aside, stepping over low or fallen branches. We came to an old rusted fence, just three strands of barbed wire,…

February 9, 2017 It was a cold day, only about six degrees when we left Larry’s, wind blowing out of the north brought the temperature a bit below that even – I didn’t really want to know what the wind chill was and I’m not sure Larry realized just how…

Another muskrat lodge rose up above the marsh many yards away on our left, as we continued our trek down the channel. Another channel or pool could just barely be seen beyond it. I took in the beauty of the morass of rushes and cattails, random trees standing above the…

February 1, 2017 This morning’s visit to the Weaver Dunes was to accomplish two things, walk with Larry on McCarthy and talk with Thelma.  I arrived at Larry’s shortly before 8:00 am. We were on the road heading to McCarthy sometime between 8:15 – and 8:20 am. While we sat…

December 30, 2016 Larry and I pulled into the canoe landing parking space at Halfmoon around 8:50 am. Instead of walking out on to the ice at the landing, we went the opposite direction. Larry led us on a small trail through the trees. The snow was packed down and…

Back under the trees, leaves crunched under our feet. We’d walked for ten minutes and stood upon the ridge, looking down on the channel we’d canoed up. The canoe was some distance up the channel from us. Larry sat down again to take in and enjoy the beauty of the…

I continued to enjoy the stately snags as we passed them; one small one with thin limbs was bleached white like bone with such contrast from its surroundings that it really caught my eye. As the vegetation on our right cleared, I could see the water stretched far to the…