There was a time when I would put a boat into a lake as long as it wasn't frozen. I'm either getting smarter, or just older because at 3C the prospect of being on the water just didn't appeal. As it was my hands stiffened up pretty much in the time it took to sketch these canoes.
This cedar had sluffed over on it's side when the sand under its roots washed away. Persistent in the way of all northern trees, it has stayed alive even in it's horizontal position. This was beside a beautiful little sandy beach, but if it was too cold for canoeing, you can bet that the thought of swimming had even less appeal.
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