Got a call Friday morning from my dealer in Colorado sayin' he'd be coming through Wyoming that evening with my boat. Very cool - Friday happened to be my birthday. Picked her up about 7:00 PM, daylight was all but gone. Drove straight from our meeting place to my local pond. I was gonna get this baby wet on my birthday even if only for a few minutes.
Took her down from the rack. ripped off the bag. No moon, no clouds... kinda hard to see a black canoe
Grabbed my vest & paddle and popped her in the water. Can't see where I'm going but I'm going. Sweet. Can't get my feet under the seat with the 4" drops thus paddled from the seat. Inky black air above, inky black liquid below. I catch a glimpse of bats flyin' around me. Cool. The Grey Owl enters and exits the water silently, the Magic glides through the water wrapped all but invisible. A Great Horned owl somewhere in the trees gives me a whoo - I believe it was a note of appreciation for the boat. After 30 minutes my feet are cold and I can't see exactly where the shoreline is. Familiarity with the pond allows me to side slip the canoe up and gently rest her to a nice soft landing. I hop out and climb up to my truck and turn on the lamps. Load up and head home. Totally jazzed and know its going to be hard getting to sleep tonight in anticipation of tomorrow's paddle at the lake. Best birthday ever.
Saturday at the lake:
Took her down from the rack. ripped off the bag. No moon, no clouds... kinda hard to see a black canoe

Saturday at the lake: