Sometimes the adventure begins in your own backyard.
Here is how the yard appears today, with our poor rose garden and apple tree (where we stood to be married) drowning in Sheyenne waters.
Our Easter started out perhaps differently than yours. We’ve been having some water problems due to overland flooding, so we’ve taken to going to the YMCA for showers. Of course today the Y is closed for Easter, so we detoured to the Petro on 19th Avenue South, first partaking of the hot buffet breakfast (I recommend the breakfast pizza), and then taking advantage of the truck stop showers. For $10 each, we got a private shower and bathroom, towels and soap. Mine had lots of hot water; Tom’s was a bit more brisk. Showered & refreshed, we dressed for church, looking and feeling rather civilized.
On account of the backyard flooding, we pre-empted our Easter egg hunt. We did do a little bit of clean-up though. I donned my knee-high mud boots and rescued our canoe from its under-the-tree mooring, pulling it up to rest near the rose garden.
I’ve been wanting a bigger kitchen, and today I got one. We removed the picnic table from the backyard to the front, setting up a new staging area for washing dishes and waving to the neighbors at the same time.
Having done our chores, we decided it was time for a bit of a venture. So, we clambered rather ungracefully into our canoe and paddled across the backyard. We sliced our way between the gooseberry and juneberry bushes, out past the rhubarb, and into Willow Creek. The Willow is usually bone dry all summer, and while it rises in the spring, it’s often a simple lure for mallards. For days now (and probably weeks to come) it has overflowed its banks, spreading into a Louisiana-swampland like lake. We kept our eyes peeled for gators.
With all the stealth we could muster, we made our way somewhat silently along the Willow. What this means is we chatted quietly and didn’t bang our oars against the canoe. We weren’t sneaky, however, as our neighbor, fussing to make sure his sump pump was pumping called out to see what the heck we were doing. Nor did we manage to slice through the waters without disturbing the wildlife. Here’s a photo of where a beaver was, but I missed him with the camera.
We saw sides of our neighbors we’ve never seen, since we usually look at their houses from the front yards.
Where the Willow turns to bar ditch, and the windrows stand in high water, we made our way towards home.
Here we prepared the canoe for portage and our walk across the road to home, sweet, home.
This kind of traveling adventure can make you work up an appetite. It being Easter, and us being somewhat hardy (considering our age and weight), we did not let the waters dampen our holiday spirits. Cooking is a big deal for us, and whether traveling at home or away, we like to sit down to a good meal.
We ate our lovely meal and then soaked our dishes in the pots of our outdoor kitchen, where I’ll do the scrubbing in solar-heated water tomorrow. We hope your Easter has been as rich and rewarding with its own kinds of adventures and memory-making events as was ours.