Russ and I took our kayak and paddleboard to a river near our cabin in northern Minnesota. We’d been on this stretch once before in a canoe. It was so calm, I vowed to return with my paddleboard some day. This was that day.
The fall colors were turning but not quite at their peak. We’ve had an usually warm fall and this day was no exception.
We paddled past beaver homes, some derelict, some not so derelict. Three Canada geese, disturbed by our approach, flew downriver to escape us several times. Fluffy white down feathers littered the backwaters where they must have spent the night.
Rain threatened, but never fell. After an hour paddling, we turned around to head back to the landing. We were going with the current this time, so the return trip was faster. My legs were quaking with fatigue when we reached the end of this long, end of season paddle. But my heart sang.
Marie's Meanderings 
A singing heart is good!
Singing heart, shrieking legs. 🙂
So beautiful!!!
Yes, nature is sure grand. I’m just glad I didn’t drop my camera into the river.
This is the way to live!
I agree! I’m looking forward to retirement so I can do more such adventures. I just hope my body parts last that long – only 6 more months!
It’s good to be invigorated regularly, or even now and then. It makes life better.
There’s nothing like a good endorphin high. 🙂
Thank you for the photos and their poetic backstory.
You are very welcome, Swabby.
Beautiful pictures, as always, Marie.
Thank you, Sue! I’m enjoying reading about your Disney trip.
Beautiful place 😊! Nice photos well shared 💐
We do cherish these gem-like Minnesota days! Gorgeous photos.
Thanks, Liz. We’ve been blessed with many of those days this fall.