Couple weeks ago I ordered a dream, a dream I've had since I was a boy of twelve. Memory gets cloudy but this one is clear as crystal. I read of the Boundary Waters, and a journey there by way of a cedar strip canoe. What joy is there in life if you can't make a dream come true from time to time?
I picked her up this afternoon and after some glamor shots I just had to get her wet. It was kind of foolish since we are having some 20+mph winds and the small lake closest to me was quite rough, I still had a good time.
Smooth as silk and even in the wind she was a dream on the water.