Friday, 17 March 2017
Dust
I put in today on the SE side of Lake Union. I just paddle and have no real aim today. The marinas and docked boats don't inspire. I head up to the Fremont Channel, but don't have the gumption to continue in that direction. I end up in Portage Bay, but I don't feel like getting out of the canoe yet, so I head through the cut to the south lagoons and take out there. I walk my canoe home along the dry gravel path through the arboredum. Each step, the gravel crunches and grinds under foot. It hasn't rained in I don't know how long. Whenever I enter a clearing the sun bakes on me and I am reminded of long dusty hikes we would take as Boy Scouts on the dirt roads up in northern Minnesota.
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