I put in on Portage Bay. Politics and other debris swirl, a powerful and pointless eddy in my head, until I set myself in my canoe, cutting through the lily pads, moving north to the crossing under place.
Many geese are at the south side of Broken Island today. I found 8 or 9 goose nests this spring, and most of them were raided before hatching, so the numbers of young geese is a surprise. They had found good nest sites where my canoe would not go.

Then, I paddle south down the big lake, something else that I don't do that often.
I am readjusted.
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