The boat lands we have arrived. The water nearly flat all the way across, bank to bank, thoughts flowing northwards to river rapids not too far down stream, class 6 I am told, I look forward to experiencing. We offload from the boat, crew a little tired though spirits high, we load some gear on an ATV and walk up a muddy path to the lodging with the rest. The forest is something else here, it is peaceful, just turning, the smell of Fall fresh as Summer transforms. We head up a muddy pathway in a row, excited am I, is everyone, we are here, what will ne in store? As we enter the grounds of the backwoods lodge the forest opens up, there are several cabin structures, a storage shed, and kitchen and gathering mess hall, with bedroom attached. After a quick debriefing we settle into our respective dwellings, the boys all together, the girl in her own. This is always a good idea to separate the girls and boys, keeps things chill. As we settle and take in or new home for the next several days, any thohghts of th city are long gone. There is access to the Internet, though only once and while, we all agree to stay wifi free, ‘let’s take this in’ is the mindset now. After getting acquainted with the new place I decide to head down to the shore to do a river’s edge doodle sesh. It is wonderful and tranquil, a chance to connect with this place, just myself and the land, the river, though not too far away the boats and Darcy, Randy and Cal taking in the beautiful evening, and a reassurance to me as I see several wolf prints nearby. I breathe in and out the river gently flowing by, smooth, evening sunlight dances across the plane, sunset soon to arrive. I love to make art in these kinds of settings, I really get in touch with a place when am in process, many realms to tap into, the visceral replaces the mind. I wind down and take a moment to just sit, the air is warm, the smells divine and than a firework sound crackles in the dimming sky, its tome to head up. I head to the kitchen, my nose leading me there, the ladies, Shirley and Barb in final preparation, let tell me it’s time to ring the bell, an iron triangle to be exact. Ding ding ding! ‘it’s dinner time!’ time to feed our bellies, yum! We are all present, everyone getting acquainted with each other, this is going to be great, the excitement level rises. After meeting and eating, it’s time for a fire and few cups of merry, the bonds made strong, new friendships made, we celebrate into the night, stars filling the forest framed sky, wow, what a wonderful life. One by one the crew hits the hay, remember these are gypsy souls, and we all know how that goes, nodding heads and slight tipsy heads do prevail. Following shenanigans and laughing states, its time to crash, lights out, the morning soon awaits.