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Rolling down the river

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Spending some peaceful time on the river.

Spending some peaceful time on the river.


I’m a water girl – confirmed years ago growing up on a lake. Get me near water, better yet on water and I’m content. So getting the chance Friday morning to canoe part of the Huron River with my aunt was a gift.

The Huron River starts up near me at Indian Springs, a park Katie and I enjoy regularly, and flows all the way to Lake Erie, 130 miles in all. We paddled 8 miles on Friday morning under a bright blue sky. The water was crystal clear, with large brown fish (trout?) darting below our boat, among the intense green of the river grasses.

Clear river water.

Clear river water.

The current was gentle but persistent, assisting our trip downriver but not so quick that we couldn’t enjoy the lovely views along the way. The banks were often covered in blue forget-me-not flowers, the sunlight falling on them in dappled joy through the new spring green foliage of the trees above.

So many pretty places!

So many pretty places!

Mostly the river was smooth and calm, reflecting the sky and trees, shining on the water bugs scurrying away from our silent canoe. Occasionally we rode through some moderate rapids…

Like a water ride at an amusement park.  Only better.

Like a water ride at an amusement park. Only better.

…calling on the skill of my aunt, the expert in the stern to pick the best spot to slide by the largest rocks.

Captain Becky

Captain Becky

The only people we saw were fishermen also enjoying the quiet beauty of the river.

Fly fishing.

Fly fishing.

But we saw lots of nature. A blue heron flew across the river in front of us and around a bend, hidden by trees, only to wait for us in the shallows, ignoring us as we passed. Another heron stood proudly on a log, posing as we glided by.

I'm not going to look at you.

I’m not going to look at you.

We saw giant snapping turtles laying eggs on sandy banks, mallard ducks preening on a log, and several families of geese enjoying the beautiful sunny day.

Taking the family to the beach.

Taking the family to the beach.

We had such a lovely time, I’m grateful for the opportunity to canoe with my aunt on a river she and my dad used paddle as kids. I remember other canoe trips with my folks, and one trip on this river, though a different stretch of it, with my dad. The Huron stretches 140 miles across this part of Michigan, and right through the hearts of my family.

Aren’t I lucky.

Bridging generations.

Bridging generations.

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Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

20 thoughts on “Rolling down the river

  1. Lucky? Indeed you are, as are those of us who get to share your adventures (and Katie’s) on a regular basis!

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  2. What a wonderful trip! And it nudges me to get out on some of my favorite rivers before they become clogged with other like-minded folks who want to spend time on the water, but who I want to avoid 😉

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  3. There is nothing like a Michigan river and drifting (and paddling) gently along with the current. I’ve paddled the Ausable in Grayling and it is very relaxing.

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  4. You ARE lucky! Looks like a beautiful, peaceful, memorable trip.

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  5. You are lucky. It was fun to read this and imagine your paddling down this beautiful river. For a moment I wondered if you had taken Katie in the canoe, and then figured–not a chance. The last time I was in a canoe ended up in a dunk in the Jordan River up near Bellaire and Mancelona. It’s so peaceful (usually) when one is serenely paddling enjoying the wildlife.

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  6. You’re a lucky lady, Dawn — and I enjoyed canoeing on the river vicariously. I’ve never been canoeing, you know. Fear of the water runs waaaaay back in my family, but for some odd reason, being near water draws me like nothing else. What a beautiful place to visit — it really is Pure Michigan!!

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    • This river was so shallow you’d have been able to stand up no matter where you were. That would make it a bit less scary. It really is beautiful.

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  7. I love the serenity of being out in the canoe on a river or in a small lake.

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  8. Things that make you go, “Ahhhhhhhh…” – that’s what I was thinking as I read this post! How nice!

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  9. You are very lucky. I miss having streams and stuff like you have back east (I consider Michigan back east!) I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. All the greenery. I’m glad you enjoyed a good day with your aunt too, and your descriptions of what you saw were just lovely. What a way with words. (and pics.)

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    • Thank you Terri. I guess places different than where we currently live always have a lure. I’m wishing I could spend some more time in your part of the country, haven’t been there in years and I’d LOVE to be out there photographing the different landscapes, especially in Utah. But, I also enjoy the green, and it’s certainly lush this spring!

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