SUP on the St. Croix

Floating down the St. Croix in the warm sunshine during late fall.  Who knew mother nature would even make this possible?  No rightful Minnesotan would let a day like this pass by.  This was a bonus day of summer.

All my boys, close friends and new friends meandered down the river and made new ways through the reeds and tributaries, even finding a spot to Yoga SUP where just earlier duck hunters cleared a path.  It was so still.  Felt as if we were able to renew nature and bring calm to a hunters fortress.  We didn’t get out of the water without waves. Portaging over logs and shallow spots, with the goal of staying afloat while  the youngest of the crew had a running bet to fall off as many times as possible.

“There were graceful curves, reflected images, woody heights, soft distances; and over the whole scene, far and near, the dissolving lights drifted steadily, enriching it, every passing moment, with new marvels of coloring” – Two Ways of Seeing a River; Mark Twain.

Oh Mark Twain, I get it.