Description
The mist settles on Mew Lake, as the early morning light filters through distant pines in diamond shimmer. Our paddle blades touch placid waters in balanced unison, briefly marking our trail in radiating ripples. Our passenger watches with trusting glances, that signal his acceptance of unique surrounds. At the end of the day our vessel lies still, but will glide again on Pog, Kiosk, or Opeongo, if the winds are in our favour. We pray for gentle skies and rested limbs, for we are truly at peace when we are quietly paddling in our kayak.
