Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, ”I have found a truth.” Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.” For the soul walks upon all paths…The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals. ~Kahlil Gibran
DirtMan and I were itching to get into nature, so we took the canoe out on Saturday. We let out here at Lotus Pond. I had hoped to get there earlier in the summer while it was in full bloom, but as it goes we missed what must have been a spectacular water scene.
The water was thick with lotus pads and root systems. We maneuvered our way through, careful not to disturb the plant systems.
Even the pods are lovely.
A few golden treasures remained in bloom. These are American Lotus, Nelumbo Lutea, not the same lotus variety we saw at Alligator River.
Soon we were past the lotus and in open water headed toward Back Bay.
Just as the lotus faded out, the Cypress trees and knees came into view.
I thought the clouds looked a bit ominous, But DirtMan assured me the forecast was not calling for storms in our area. At most, though not called for, we might get a light shower. I wasn’t concerned about getting wet…I didn’t want to be in water in a canoe with lightening!
We stopped several times and checked the weather via cell phone. Storms were to the south of us, so all was well. If it turned instead of going around us we had an hour and a half to get back, so we continued rowing and enjoying the view, just us and nature.
The sky blackened quicker than a pot of percolating coffee. DirtMan checked the GPS to see how far we were out and the weather again. He said the storm shouldn’t hit for at least thirty minutes…this was only maybe ten minutes from the last time we checked!
Then we saw lightening flash in the distance. DirtMan said it appeared to be at the Oceanfront, about ten miles away, estimating we did indeed have about thirty minutes to get back. The sky started to rumble, grumble, and roar baring its bright teeth now and then. It was enough to set me in panic mode…DirtMan had no idea I could paddle so fast. I became an Energizer bunny on steroids.
As I placed my foot on dry ground, the sky exploded. I’d love to say were calm and cool and danced in the rain, but in actuality we frantically loaded our canoe on the truck while a parade of cars from the beach whizzed by us. One jeep honked and excitedly waved at us, almost like a high five…and yes, we each pulled a hand off the canoe to wave back. Did that give us admittance to a special canoe club?
I can’t begin to tell you how my muscles ached and cramped later…but oh so worth the beauty of the trip!
On another note, remember how I told you Alligator River was named for the shape of the river and there are no alligators? Well, DirtMan was looking at Google Earth and saw several photos of alligators, right at the bridge we let in and out at, twice…the bridge we went beneath four times! Yeah, I’m glad we didn’t see any. He’s disappointed we didn’t see any. I mean I might would have liked to have gotten a picture…from a far distance zooming in. How about you, would you canoe waters known to have alligators?