If any picture-book author and illustrator are a better fit than Gary Paulsen and his wife, Ruth Wright Paulsen, I'm not sure I've read their work. Drawing on his own fathomless love of nature and vast experience living and traveling in it, Gary Paulsen takes us out in a tiny skiff on the middle of a secluded lake in Canoe Days, and Ruth Wright Paulsen brings the sights, sounds, and other sensations to visceral life through her fine oil paintings. If you've never followed Gary Paulsen's lead and embarked on a quiet voyage across a lake in a canoe, you'll want to do so after reading this book.
Isolated from civilization's noise pollution, the lake lies unperturbed for its inhabitants and the wildlife that make their homes in the nearby forest. Life happens here, but the drama is too subtle for most people to notice. The canoe is pushed onto the lake by its silent human occupant and drifts toward the center across the clean, glassy surface. "One stroke of the paddle and we are gone, the canoe and me, moving silently. Across water so quiet it becomes part of the sky, the canoe slides in green magic without a ripple, disappears like a ghost floating in the airwater over the playground where fish play." The animal kingdom's hushed serenade wafts on the air, a coded harmony one must be sensitively attuned to in order to interpret its meaning.
There are veritable enchantments for a rower willing to stop and observe without commotion, allowing nature to proceed uninterrupted. Sunfish and northern pike hunt beneath the water's silky surface, darting in and out of sight among aquatic greenery. A duck leads her brood on an excursion without regard for the canoe and its passenger, and a fawn by lake's edge stares at the canoe in similarly unconcerned fashion, though his mother is worried, knowing they don't have the luxury of being careless around potential predators. Raccoons and foxes and badgers and snakes act out their part in the great circle of life, and the human in the canoe merely watches in respectful silence, desiring only to be part of the joy of life in its dazzling diversity. He has entered a different world here on the lake, one most people never realize exists, because he understands the rewards of communing with the glorious tapestry of nature as just one stitch in its sacred cloth. He searches for contentment and reflection where few others bother to look, tapping into a reservoir of wisdom and serenity that most never find. This is the great affirmation of seeking and unearthing treasure where others do not bother to dig, for not everyone sees a diamond when it's stuck in the mud.
Gary Paulsen's writing in Canoe Days is a thing of tranquil beauty, as unique and teeming with life as the lake it describes. The person in the boat is unobtrusive enough to be any age or character, perhaps even Brian Robeson from the author's Brian's Saga books. Canoe Days is a soft-spoken ballad to the unadulterated loveliness of the natural world, a caution and plea not to let its grandeur go to waste. We will not get another earth if we spoil this one, so care for it tenderly we must, as we would our own child. I'm rating Canoe Days two and a half stars, and I have much affection for its simple, heartfelt narrative. Readers of the author's teen and middle-grade works should not miss out on it. If you love a good Gary Paulsen novel, you're sure to appreciate Canoe Days.