—"I got up and slipped out of the tent to see what midnight was really like. Under an ink-black pine, looking out over the dim water, I felt strange and small."—
In 1927, Florence Page and Francis Lee Jaques set out on a three-week honeymoon canoe trip through the Minnesota-Ontario border lakes. This is the journal kept by Florence Page Jaques.
It took me a little bit to get used to the voice, but once I did, all was good. This is a journal, and so of course it doesn't dive as deep as I might like, but it does present place with authenticity. I left this text wanting more, and that's always a good thing in my mind.
And how cool would it be to spend a honeymoon canoeing and hiking in the wilderness, icy waters washing away all that sweat, wind through timber lulling sleep, learning to work together, and of course all those lingering salted huckleberry kisses planted over throat navel and thigh in open wild air scented by cedar pine and spruce.
—"When I woke, the wind was more boisterous than ever, and the waves were storming in, so I went wading down the shore. Of course I got drenched, but it didn't matter; I simply went in swimming. It was glorious! The lake glittered darkly blue, the pines were emerald sequins flashing in the wind. Long tangles of water grass wavered in gold-brown streamers about me, and then the brilliant sand shone clear again through the surge."—
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