By Don Muggenborg
The resin had dried on the patch I made on my old, old C-1. (seems like there are more patches than canoe these day).
Only 7 PM (Sept – it was starting to get a little dark) – I could test the boat – just to make sure.
I pulled up to my favorite put-in on the lower Des Plaines, on Canal Bank Road. Dusk As I got out of the cart, I saw a car slow down, and stop. An older fellow asked,, “Are you going to paddle now?” “Who is going to pick you up?”
“Just a short one. Upstream a little and back.”, I replied.
“That a Wenonah? I used to h ave a Wenonah, wasn’t it a Wenonah dear?” He asked his wife.
Over the carp barrier and then I slid down to the water. (after the flooding, the mud/clay on the bank is like ice, but slipperier)
Launched – water was almost like glass – just a couple ripples from the wind.
It wasn’t long before I scared a heron – he was having his late night snack. The I heard a kingfisher scold me as he flew by.
A green heron – either a lot of those this year or that one gets around a lot.
A large splash – a beaver! Then I caught sight of him swimming along the shore.
Getting a little dark.
I turned around – an orange glow reflected from the southwestern sky onto the water. Enough light to see the river. Why didn’t I bring a camera.
The crescent moon reflected on the water off my right bow. Then I noticed two and three moons as the bow wave caught more reflections.
I could just make out the take-out – I didn’t want to quit – but all good things must come to an end.
I was one lucky person on Sept 14 – having the time to paddle on such a nice night. Too bad you were not with me. Give me a call. Maybe one more night this year.