Paddling solo has a certain appeal for me and, who knows, one of these days I might actually do an extended solo trip.  But I’m incredibly lucky.  My paddling partner is my wife.  The 26 day trips we take every summer is the highlight of our year.  We’re to a point where we move together like one.  Whether doing a portage or setting up camp, we don’t have to say a word.  And here’s the best part, she doesn’t like to fish but she loves going fishing with me.  So, wind or calm, I have my own trolling motor in the bow – talk about being spoiled! 
When I was young I crisscrossed Canada and the U.S. travelling and camping (motorcycle – in 6 years near 75 thousand miles.)  While I loved the solitude and the spontaneity of travelling alone, for me at this point, it’s kinda, “been there, done that.” Now I find it a thrill to share my experience with someone who cherishes it as much as I do - that early morning cuppa with the mist rising off the lake or the moon lit late night dram before sacking out.  To be that connected to someone in a place where you feel so open, well, what can I say - she doesn’t walk on water but I could spend eternity with her.   Which is how it feels when we’re in the bush together (in a good way  ;))  But hey, solo, tandem, that’s why there’s chocolate and vanilla.