2 Days on the Manistee
January 2001 - 1/25
Since everyone backed out of TUT, I decided to make good use
of the weekend and the beautiful weather. I trucked up to the
Manistee, picked up a canoe from Andy Marshall's place north of
Reed City, made arrangements for Beckie Braska's father to help
me with a ride on Saturday and put in the big river later than
planned. The night at Perrine's place in Kaleva romanced me to
stay awake far too long. Under a full night and surrounded by
coyotes, I tied two dozen spawn bags and talked to Werff and Julie
on my car phone. Julie's birthday was Satruday.
The river was incredible. I saw bald eagles, nice beavers, deer
and was amazed at the silence winter brings to the forests. This
was my first winter canoe trip and the silence was awesome. Normally,
our days in the river are filled with birds and the relentless
rustling of leaves on trees. This January Manistee river was silent.
For many miles, I never paddled; I sat in my canoe, the paddle
across my lap, staring at horizons, everything motionless.
I carried far too many memories from the river to note here in
the five minutes I am giving it. All i gotta say is, too bad you
weren't you there. Pictures coming.