canoe trip

I just got back (10 minutes ago) from a canoe trip.
Two days and one night of total luxury. We camped on a deserted beach, in an empire of our own, and burned magical tree carcasses. It was the best bonfire I've ever seen, against an amazing sunset.
This morning when I stepped from my tent, "wow" escaped from my lips. The sun was out, and the beach, the lake, and the hills turning slowly to red with cold, were so beautiful.

There were six of us, and every one packed a dessert course. I don't think I've ever eaten so much on a trip, and I've definitely never drank and smoked so much on a trip. Yesterday was sunny and warm, today was misty, windy and cool, but for a September canoe trip that was really great.

I had an odd moment this morning standing on the beach. A little happy, wearing tights and a lifejacket (among other things), about to paddle off into the misty headwind, with a rice krispie square in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other, for keeping warm of course.

After the 3-hour drive back, I'm a lot less water-logged. Time to go shake sand out of everywhere, shower, take some Vitamin I, and slump into bed.