Dust at the End of the Spey Trip
Highlights: 67 miles down the world-renowned Spey River in a canoe. . . .
Learning all the skills you need to pull that off on a river flooded the highest its been in 10 years. . . .
ending in sunshine . . . .
Lowlights: Rain and weather-nastiness the first few days. . . .
having to watch fish jump and not being allowed to catch them. . . .
missing Jan and the girls each moment. . . .
Spey Poem:
When the yellowing willow
leaves
fell in a stormcloud of
flashes and ripples,
breeze at our backs,
boats slammed sideways by
the stormwind,
and the peat-brown river lapped
my fingers
in rain
and sun
you were there
with me.
PS. PICTURES OF THE SPEY CANOE TRIP ARE ON THE FLICKR SITE.
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