I have one more for you, but it comes with a story.  You have to read the story first.  I found this one in the Canadian Waters gift shop in 1971 after my first canoe trip (the Namakan River Loop, a 6-day trip with my husband.)  It was on a set of 8 note papers, with the text on one side and a black woodcut-type drawing of a loon in the reeds on the other side.  I bought the box of note papers for my "souvenir".  When I got home I used seven of them for writing notes to my friends--we used to do that back in the 70's before email--and then I saved the last one and put it in a frame.  It has hung in our home ever since.

A few years ago I wanted a "signature" line for Quiet Journey, so I decided to write to the author for permission to use it, since, as a professional musician, I am very sensitive to never breaking any copyright infringement laws.  I googled Roger Drayna and found a link to his church in Wausau, WI, so I wrote a letter to him and sent it to the church.  I told him about us, about our years of canoeing and where we had gone, about how his little note was hanging on our wall, and asked if I could use his quote for my signature.

He called me shortly thereafter.  He was very gracious and gave permission readily.   The quote is from an article he wrote for "Field and Stream", after a Quetico fishing trip.

Roger Drayna died in 2012.  I am confident that he would be pleased if I pass it on to you.

From: "Canoe Route to Fishing Adventure" by Roger Drayna, © 1971 (used by permission)

"How can one sum up this wild and lonely land?  There is no easy way.  It must be known in glory and adversity.  In cold and wet and sun and wind.  In sky lines and rock and surging water.  In the men of the party who, through the struggles of each day, become a sort of community of saints, dedicated to a concern for each man but sounding very little like saints at all.  To make such a journey is to stand very near to splendor and to sense it for the delicate and wondrous thing it really is.  And, it must be held to carefully in photographs and in words but mostly in memory.  For, despite the promises we make, way does lead on to way, and perhaps we shall never come back."