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If you sit really still and listen, in addition to not causing the canoe to wobble violently, you'll hear the water life under and around you. That stretching sound is your muscles, pulling and contracting in ways you'd forgotten. That slapping splash and arpeggio of water drops is the paddle dipping in, pushing and displacing, your body the motor that moves the boat forward. Fronds wave slowly and wetly beneath you, you pass so quickly over them, their elongated strands leafily undulating, wetly waving. An army of dragonflies darts madly about, a zipping sound, capering and dancing above the green surface. One lands on the prow of the canoe, 4 wings become 2 for the split second of stillness, the electric cobalt prong of his body at attention behind him. The kissy-faced orbs of waterlily blooms bob in the water, tiny mats of variegated green leaves form a deceptive carpet, swirled and scattered by the descent of the paddle.

A tamed and hemmed waterway, the Kävlinge River is defined by fields and the demarcations of agriculture. No one tends it, or keeps it clear of the twining underwater oar-grabbing reeds. The water is opaque in most places, a tranquil green, giving way to translucency in others where you can see all the way to the algae-edged water plants lining the bottom. The current is swift enough to propel you without much effort, even in the marshier sections where you have to work a bit to slide by the sharp-edged green reed-knives, but not so fast that you must battle to keep to the center. Black and white cows gaze at you incuriously as you glide by mooing to their blank faces. Egrets, red-tailed hawks, various ducks are seen, but never close by. You're struck by the curious lack of river life. There are no otters, no beaver, no small sleek and furry bodies watching from the branches of half-submerged trees. You see no fish, no frogs. The sun is hot and high in a blue sky; perhaps they are all napping, dappled dreams of leaf-shadows on the water. No one says a word as you sing Moon River to the water and the riverbends.

It's so warm that even though you're not exerting yourself to the point of sweat, it still feels heavenly to rest your paddle on your legs for a moment and slide your fingers into the water, wiggling them to feel the streaming pass between and under your hand. Cooling your pulse in the river, and then slapping up a handful on your knee, sliding your still wet hand across your forehead or your cheeks. Thirst begins to drive you faster to the halfway point where a stop for drinks and sweet rolls awaits. You'd forgotten how much you love this silent sailing glide, this view of the world from the water, so different from your usual view of the rolling asphalt river from behind a windshield.

Kävlinge River
mood: content
music: Så Som i Himmelen—Fly With Me


You are SO meant to be a nature writer. ~Marilyn

and from the edge the great saltwater crocodile slides into the water,....

[its a boy thing ;)]

twice there were half-submerged branches that I checked extra carefully for eyes. No luck :)

No luck? So you were after some new shoes, and a matching handbag then?? ;)

[suddenly thought: I wonder if Captain Hook found the Crocodile chasing him, as being alarming....]

pretty~oh so pretty

great descriptions

Great description - thanks!

you're welcome :)

Ha, your post and picture makes me almost believe that summer will go on forever, even though I smell the first faint traces of fall in the morning air...
I'm fairly sure I've paddled along the Kävlinge river at some point during my Skåne-childhood.

It's certainly been summer this weekend...FINALLY!

It almost feels like I was there with you. Although I probably wouldn't let you splash me with river water! :P

Nobody did any splashing with river water :) We were very civilized, not least because the canoes were EXCEEDINGLY tippy ones. Just shifting a bit made you feel you were going to go over, so leaning over or wild water antics were out of the question :)

The way that you described it, it was almost like we could feel a gentle breeze going over your words :o) LOVELY

or was it just gass? ;o)

thank you for the canoe ride, I feel so stretched and refreshed!

You're welcome! I was certainly feeling it the next day! :)

If you sit really still and listen See, here's the part where I'm out: my husband and I took a canoe trip and before we even left shore we had already tipped it over and had a shocking good morning greeting from nature. The guide stood on shore and said, "Huh. That's never happened before." Our daughter subsequently decided she'd prefer to ride along with the guide and we couldn't fault her choice. Thanks for the description, it's likely the closest I'll ever get to experiencing a soothing canoe ride :).

LOL!! That's a wet way to start, for sure! I really disliked these particular canoes, because they were so VERY tippy, tippier than normal. I don't remember feeling like I couldn't even shift my butt on the canoes we used to use in Michigan, but these were hair-trigger. Made for a little bit of a nerve-wracking ride :)

OOh, I want to be there! I loved this post. A vacation on a page. Yay!

:) I LOVE canoeing! I can't believe it's been so long since I was out in a canoe. Yoicks!

Lovely! and I agree, you would be a wonderful nature/travel writer!

And creeks look the same all over the world, I think - but nonetheless soothing and beautiful in every place - though I admit I nervously scan low hanging branches for snakes. That's one high creek in your picture!!

It really wasn't all that high, it was the branches and trees and water foliage that was overgrown and hanging low. Only 2 snakes in Sweden, and only 1 of them is poisonous and not very, at that, and REALLY rare as well.

Ah, man! That really makes me want to go canoeing. *pout*

I was having Mighty Manistee flashbacks!

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