Safe Places. More and more I find that I paddle alone now. The summer kayakers went home. If I am quiet (and perfect my paddle stroke!) I can hear the music of the trees along the shoreline. I struggle with the weight of my kayak, and at times the winds are stronger than my skills; but there are places that I need to get to - places that remain wild. Safe places to wait out a storm. Natural places for a peaceful spirit. Good places that must be protected. Hickory Ridge is such a place. There are other places too, of course - but I need a plane and a week off to get there. :)
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