Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Home to Canada
I have returned to the "land of the silver birch" in Ontario, Canada, Georgian Bay. Here, the precambrian shield stretches like a thirsty animal into the water, swirls of time emblazoning its stony surface lined with quartz. The blue water of the Bay is 80 degrees, perfect for an afternoon swim. Like this, up here, I live between eternity and time for a nap in a hammock suspended between two pines in a grotto. I sailed with my daughter yesterday, and for the first time she held the tiller, and learned a little about wind. I'm rather struck by how much she knows already. Earlier today, I canoed with her and was similarly struck by how she knew how to make whirlpools with her paddle and also how to do a cross-bow cut, something I didn't learn until I was a good ten years older. But this is what she is: a fourth generation Georgian Bay girl. She's brave. She's got a knowledge of the water and wind beyond anything I've taught her. Tonight we'll build a fire and make s'mores on the high rock above the bay.
The other day, the day before we arrived, a moose, a male, was on the shore near us. He sipped water from the shallows before lowering his enormous, cumbersome body into the depths and then swam to the island facing us. I watch for him.
That's pretty much what I do up here. I chew juicy fruit gum with my daughter and watch for moose.