Moving from here I push off with my oar freeing myself from the side of the river branches. My dad does most of the work and steers but I row too. Dad dad dad dad, to sit in the sand again with the cooler upturned for a table and making his Lipton tea with my Jetboil the freeze dried meals discussing how actually delicious they are. Giving him my pills getting sober. Please get rid of these dad crying sitting around the fire. Didn’t matter he was older didn’t matter he was my dad he was the best canoe partner I could ask for. To do it again, to hear the book that he is writing, to make his corned beef pickle rye sandwiches. Is there canoeing in heaven? I thought it would be funny if he were in heaven since he was an atheist. Pagae pagae le portage huh!
