Over the first weekend in April my husband and I went on a 4-day much-needed "getaway" vacation, having lost our normal spring break to circumstances beyond our control. We decided to go canoeing in North Carolina.
|New River satellite boat launch on the Chowan|
|Mouth of the Sarem off the Chowan|
|Typical bank of the Sarem|
This shot shows a normal stretch of the side creek bank. We might see Nutria or squirrels, and we do see many kinds of birds: Yellow rumped Warblers, Chickadees, Titmice, Kinglets, Downy Woodpeckers, Osprey, Bald Eagles, Great Blue Herons, Wood Ducks.
On the third day, we choose to paddle the Scuppernong River, starting one mile below Columbia Visitor Center (the Red Wolf Visitor Center) and then turning up one of its sidecreeks, named First Creek. We got deeper and deeper into the forest, and the stream got smaller and smaller. One never knows what will stop you: a fallen log, a beaver dam, a bush growing in the stream. Yesterday it was a beaver dam. Today, after 5 hours (we measure canoeing by hours, not miles), it was a fallen log, and what a huge one: it spanned from bank to bank. There was no possibility of going further. Almost without thinking, I pulled out my horse, who had been traveling all this time in his Pony Pocket tucked in the bow (thank you Lori!!!!), stripped off his blanket and put him on the log. He can swim, he's waterproof.
Oh, gotta get this, gotta get this one...
Pretty good for a guy who never shot a horse before!
The story ends with this more prosaic shot, showing what the typical daytime canoe trip view is (at least for the stern paddler). We went back and picked up the horse, and made our way home. I guess it proves I'd rather play with Rinker, even when he's not finished. He does not need to be perfect, only to be there.
I still haven't ever seen a horse like him.
And we arrived home rested, refreshed and ready once more to take on the world.