To the End

 

To the End

My wife took Labor Day weekend a little too literally this year, so I spent it staining the pergola on the patio.  And yes, I had to agree with her at the end that it did need a fresh coat of stain and it looks much better now.  Since we are both retired we had the option of making it a four-day weekend, and since the weather forecast for Tuesday was one last day of this near-perfect late summer weather we’ve been blessed with this week, we decided it was time for a fun day.

We did get around to the fun eventually.  But first, we started the day as we do most weekdays and got a morning workout in at the Y.  We plotted our kayaking adventure over breakfast and coffee.  Of course, life has its not-so-perfect timing, so when I finished shaving and pushed the knob down to drain the sink, the water just stayed there uncooperatively.  After some investigation I determined that little plastic piece that makes the drain open and close broke off.  I didn’t want to waste any more time than necessary, so I robbed the piece from the upstairs bathroom sink that gets used very infrequently, and got our master bathroom sink operational again. 

We had decided to paddle around Cauldron Falls.  It’s a large lake, and there are no cottages around it, so it feels remote and peaceful.  We were the only vehicle at the boat landing as we launched.  

Once we were on the water, it became apparent that autumn is already at work.  All the trees on the surrounding shoreline had that fading green, in-the-process-of-turning-color look to them.  It’s not officially autumn for three more weeks yet, but it gave us the first sense of the day that we were using this summer up to the end.

It took us nearly an hour of paddling east to encounter another boat.  It was two fishermen tossing big plugs for muskies.  The big predator fish kind of get finicky during the hot summer months, but as the weather begins to cool they begin to get more aggressive.  The best time to fish muskies is when you can, but these two probably knew it would be better fishing toward the end of the fishing season.

We watched a pair of eagles soaring effortlessly.  At first it looked like they would fly towards us, but first one, and then the other began to spiral upwards on the lifting thermals until they were mere specks in the sky.  They vanished from our sight to the north.  It was as if they were intending to use the entire sky until the very end.

We rounded a point and entered a new bay when a loon popped up about fifty yards to the south.  He appeared to be alone.  These birds are a bit of a mystery.  The adults will be leaving any day now; the male and female fly out separately.  The young of the year stay on, putting on weight and muscle to help them migrate a couple thousand miles to the southeast.  How do these youngsters know when and where to migrate since they obviously have not ever done so before?  It will be the heavy frost of late September and October that likely tells them when.  Maybe it’s the Lord who tells them where.  Either way, they will be among the last of the migrating birds to leave as they stay until the end.

The sky began the day as clear and blue, but many clouds dotted the sky even as we launched.  By the time we reached the far shore and turned back the clouds had grown much thicker and the bottoms of the clouds were brushed steel gray.  We had used up the last patches of blue to the end.

Michelle and I were happy to get back to the boat landing.  Our Fitbits recorded the paddle at 2 hours and 16 minutes.  For this day it was enough; it felt like a good time to come to the end.         

We stopped by a favorite Northwoods restaurant for dinner.  They have a beautiful outdoor dining area that looks out over a lake.  It was calm and  all looked ready for nightfall.  The lake agreed that this day had reached its time of quiet pause was about at its end.  

About halfway home we could see darker, more threatening clouds in the north.  Michelle pulled up the weather radar on her phone.  It showed a large area of showers spreading southeast.  The dry spell we have enjoyed the last couple of weeks is apparently at its end.

As I pulled in our driveway we surprised the doe and twin fawns that have frequented our yard this summer.  Their undisputed ownership of our plants came to a quick, unexpected end for them. 

By the time I got the kayaks put away, walked out to road to check the mailbox, and pulled my truck into the garage I had used up the last of the twilight.  I stood there for a moment to breath it all in before turning to go in the house.  I felt satisfied and blessed.  We had lived this day well, right up to the end.

“He loved his own in the world and he loved them to the end.” John 13:1

His Peace <><

Deacon Dan

Photo by Sies Kranen on Unsplash

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