
This 1981 Canoe Magazine essay by Mike Galt is a poetic paean to solo canoeing, replete with many classic Galt-isms:
"Solo. Alone. But never lonely."
"The solo canoe: a light, slender form in utter symphony with wind and wave."
"An activity where men and women are equal. On the solo path, skill and knowledge supersede simple strength or mere gender."
"Solo paddling is a free-form performing art."
"There are those who think the solo canoe, at its best, represents the ultimate hull form."
"'Laying it down' is one of the solo paddler’s joys. Banking turns, after all, is quite natural and fun."
"Flare is a very subjective quality with me, so much so that I see no rational excuse for tumblehome in a real paddler’s canoe."
"Flare . . . gives a canoe life – read buoyancy – seaworthiness, and of course, final stability."
"While sitting and switching may be efficient, I find it undignified, ugly to watch, and boring to do."
Mike Galt—an opinionated pistol, a master wood carver, an eloquent stylist with paddle and pen, who designed canoes with a can of Bud and a Chesterfield dangling from his lip—man, I miss all the times I spent with that guy. Paddling. Dreaming. Philosophizing. Learning.