It is my 200th logged trip (there are 201 blogs - one is not a canoe trip).
I portage east down the big hill to the big lake and paddle north to Union Bay, west through the marsh, west through the crossing under place, west through Portage Bay, south to the bottom of Lake Union, and I portage west up the big hill to home.
It seemed to be a day to go somewhere.
I write nothing while in the boat.
I shoot six mediocre photographs.
I use my linseed oiled cherry paddle a few thousand times.
I don't think about much.
I am glad to be here.
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