To Touch A
As I sit in my comfortable home in southern Tennessee, I stop and
reflect on our experience at the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Many
times when life gets hectic, I slow it down by closing my eyes and
reliving the dream I touched.
It was mid September and the fall colors were beginning to peak,
creating a brilliant contrast to the white bark of the birches.
Since childhood I had read and dreamed about this area of the world,
where life is simple, yet intense and passionate. We were about
to embark on a journey that was full of unexpected surprises, the
first of which came while making inquiries in Grand Marais. That
is when I first learned that I was not only near the area I had
dreamed of, but that we, in fact, were headed to the exact place!
My mind reeled from the impossibility of it all! All the years
that I read and reread my books, all the starry-eyed dreams, all
the years of yearning, were only a step away! As we traveled along
the winding roads, I soaked up every sight and sound. I was once
again that starry-eyed child, and it was as if by magic I had stepped
back in time.