The calls of geese on the cold 30km/hr wind propelled me downstream from Morrisburg along the seaway. How a simple breviloquent warning conversation among a couple geese suddenly multiplied by tens of thousands. Nature's version of something going "viral"...only something slightly more important than cats playing piano in this case.
My big plans were not one that would look impressive on a map. A very important trip for me to document "a road to nowhere" which I had chanced upon merely by accident a few months back. It's the cool little things like this 1950's road flooded by the Seaway damming projects locals may all know about; but something you'll never read in a brochure. I hadn't realised it or even heard about the flooding of this area until I went home hauled out google earth and done some searching on the history of the town. Being covered in ice last time I visited I was excited to see this 100m of road.
In my mind I expected a pile of asphalt resembling a road, and not much more. I was happily surprised. The sight of asphalt on kayaking trips usually puts me in a sour mood. Not a fan of humans and their intrusion on nature. However it's a road on an island! How weird and wonderful is that!
Walking along "Seaway Ave" a mink suddenly sprung out of the grasses making the most half assed attempt to kill a goose I've ever seen. The goose took to flight and the mink just stood there as if to say "whatever". He turned towards me and strolled down the road. At this point I realised my camera settings were all messed up from taking HDR and leaving the settings on high exposure. The picture isn't too important really. It was the experience of having a mink walk right up to my leg and sit down. He just sat there looking at me!! Edging his nose close to my Gortex suit with pink nostrils flaring smelling my scent. I keep hearing how vicious Mink can be however out here in our shared element I've found them to be very curious and friendly (as friendly as wild animals can be). In the past few months this has been the second whom has actually altered course to come and hang out. He hung around by me for a moment then slowly slinked off to a dugout area aside the road. Another cool experience.
What's really different about this road is it has survived 60 or so spring thaws....... and is in better shape than the street I live on.
Starting quite late in the day the sun was soon ascending to its timeshare on the other side of the globe. I paddled around to the windy western side of the island and found an awesome sandy beach to take in the last light of day.
The orange glow of sunset and the treble sounds of clambering ice in the waves; I ended my day. Moments like this quickly fall into a lifetime of thoughts for me. Thoughts of living a simpler life. Thoughts of how silly our work till were old enough to retire hoping we can accomplish lifelong dreams lifestyle is. Judgemental thoughts of not having the "balls" myself to break that mould and just go kayaking.
Alone with my thoughts is never being quite alone.