Morning. The unrelenting chill of Minnesota, slowly getting warmer as the sun rises. I see my mother’s uncomfortable smile as my father breaks the peace and quiet in an effort to capture the moment.
She prepares breakfast to give them strength for the journey ahead, both looking forward to the day’s travels.
By car by canoe, It does not matter. What matters is the present; sausage, eggs and each other’s eager smile.
The freedom of camping, the isolation from society what a relaxing effect. Having no reason to hurry they savor the moment.
They have shown me the same moment, taught me to enjoy the crisp cold, taught me to drive and to paddle and have taught me to love; to love my family and to love my world.