When we pushed off from the shore this evening—our first evening at the Cloverleaf Cottages on Oxtongue Lake—Luke and Liam were both a little wary of what was about to unfold. They had never been in a canoe before, didn’t know why Zoe and I had wooden sticks in our hand, and demonstrated very little confidence that this whole evening adventure was going to work out the way that we had intended.
After many questions about what Zoe and I were doing with the paddles, why we were working on different sides of the boat, and why I seemed to be putting more effort into things than my wife, there was a sudden silence. I was at the front of the canoe, so my ears were my only guide to what was happening with the boys. We stopped paddling and let the boat drift.
“What is this place, Daddy?”, 3 year-old Liam asked.
“This is so cool,” was Luke’s initial response.
But the line of the day came from Luke as we began to make our way back to the shore. “Don’t go fast Daddy…I want to look at all the nature.”
So we stopped and looked.