Sunder the Thicket

We stop paddling and coast into the small clearing; we’ve reached our destination.  We cheers to our accomplishment with a cup of wine and break for a moment in the warm sun.   You hold the canoe still while I step onto land.  After pulling the canoe out of the water, you ask to carry my pack.  We enter our final pass knowing this is the end but we have only just begun.

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