Whenever I am outdoors, especially in the kayak, I feel like I am drinking, drinking, drinking. It’s a sweet elixir that fills my soul. I imagine Thoreau and Louisa felt this way; she wrote about in Moods. It was because of that passage that I christened my kayak the Sylvia Yule.
I took Sylvia out on her maiden spring voyage and wanted to share the trip with you.
Many of you around the country endured a harsh winter (especially you in the Midwest). Endless snow. Frigid temperatures. Dreary dark and shortened days. Our winter here in New England was long and hard and spring has been slow to come.
But finally, Spring is here!
Some of you nature lovers are lucky enough to live in the suburbs or the countryside and can just step outside your door to drink in the warmth and greenery. You can open a window and hear a chorus of birds beginning at 4:30 am just when the darkness is starting to lift.
Some of you nature lovers however live in the city where it is harder to enjoy these things. I dedicate this kayak trip to you and hope you can soon get outside and enjoy the springtime weather.
My husband Rich and I kayaked on Lake Wildwood in Upton, MA:
Rich hoped he…
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