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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, July 18, 2010

An Hour in Canoe

Friends in the Sierra Club, human and canine, hopped into a kayak and a couple of canoes this morning.
The Wichita River waters flowed gently for us.

We spotted two Yellow-billed Cuckoos, several Blue Jays, American Robins, Mississippi Kites, Grackles, a warbler kind, and a gray bird. Terry, we need you come along with us to help us identify the "gray" birds. 

Glory accompanies Martha during most of her paddling adventures.

Here, French Poodle Boudreaux, and Terrier Uwen ensure a safe canoeing experience for Kelly, Temple, and J.D.



Several intriguing sites along the way included a large rock with carvings and raccoon paw prints in the dried mud.


One of the overpasses sports competing graffiti. 

We passed underneath I-44.

I hoped we would find water flowing down the falls, but they had the pumping unit off.


We landed and pulled in the canoes, then loaded them up on the trailer. 

Thanks to our friends at the Sierra Club for a pleasant experience.

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