We took a break from hiking yesterday and went kayaking on the St. Croix River. The fellow from whom we rented our kayaks drove us to an upstream landing, giving us about ten miles of kayaking to get back down to where we had parked our car.
Kayaking is my favorite way to be on the water. It gives me a feeling completely different from being in a canoe or rowboat. I love being so close to the water.
In the three hours or so that we were in the kayaks, we didn’t see another person, either on the water or on the shore. (Both the Wisconsin and Minnesota shores were part of state parks, meaning no private houses along the way.) The only sounds, apart from our paddles on the water, were from birds or wind rustling through the trees. Amazingly peaceful.
It was a sunny day, and the sun was strong. The kind of sun that feels great for a while, but then starts to burn (especially the one of us who decided it wasn’t necessary to put on suntan lotion.) But then, every once in a while, the sun hid behind the clouds for a little while, and respite from the sun and heat was welcome.
It made me think of a comment Dave had made the other day. We had been driving by some deer and I started singing Home on the Range. As I got to the last line of the chorus – “And the skies are not cloudy all day,” Dave remarked, “Why would that be good? Who would want to have no clouds?”
Indeed. The clouds bring us needed rain. And the clouds being us respite from the heat of the sun. So, to continue on yesterday’s theme, while I’m giving thanks, today I give thanks for clouds.