Four eleven-year-old mates gathered in the backyard, hungry for a canoe adventure.
I will admit:
I hesitated before giving permission.
I wasn't sure they were old enough...
But OH! They had fun.
They paddled over the beaver dam and out to "the island."
I had them in my sights, unsure at first, and then happy to sort-of be along (on shore).
They laughed and squealed and worked together.
They saw frogs and crayfish, ducks and a great blue heron.
In the end, they ALL came back.
A little soggier than they went out--they swabbed the poop deck and had great tales to tell.
Thank Goodness for Friday afternoon!