Monday, December 10, 2007

I Remember
The Good Old Days

In my many years I have experienced much and have created a storehouse of precious memories. Best among them are the visions of the good old days. Even my shrinking brain can remember back to when friends gathered at the shore of Lake Michigan, floated their kayaks and, like a small community, paddled off to enjoy what ever the weather and the water had to offer that day. Back then, as best as I can remember, we watched out for each other, practiced rescues and did the occasional roll. Some even brought waterproof cameras so that images like these would never be lost. So special and unique were these times that none of us wanted to see them slip into the past. And so, like myself, we began the oral history so that the next generation would know what we had done.And, upon returning, we helped one another empty boats, get them ashore and onto cars. These are the things I remember with great fondness, back then, before the chill factors went below 0 degrees F. and there was no dangerous ice to negotiate on the way to launching. Ah yes, I remember, with a tear in my eye, that wonderful November of 2007.

Paddle safe...

DS

4 comments:

René Seindal said...

With all this whining I guess I should consider myself lucky to live near salt water. I've never seen the water around here frozen, though I have heard that it happened some time back during the war.

Kristen said...

Sigh, only last month...

Keep us posted on that possible Tybee trip, Silbs - we have a fabulous guest room if you're up for a stop over either up or down.

Silbs said...

Kristen, what a nice invite. I am not sure how or if we are going or just when. If I end up driving and it is at all possible, I will at least stop by for a cup of coffee and a chat. Thanks for asking.

Silbs said...

Okay, Rene', I just was out paddling...see tomorrow's blog :)