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as I turned facing the bay I watched as what was a glimpses came into full view, a bald eagle dipping his altitude up and down along the water searching for fish and other easy prey, I stood watching him for the full 15 seconds he was in view and at that moment the special circumstances I had been a party to through my trip came into focus. I had been taken care of by wilderness, allowed to bear witness to nature and seek short harbor within it. I began that day with my love of the outdoors rekindled in a way I hadn't felt since I first started backpacking and kayaking. The mood graced me through packing my camp and I sorely did not want to leave the outdoors. I felt as though it was time for me to leave, to let what I had loved the last 2 days go on without observation, I found beauty in the thought that I had stayed my welcome . I set on my journey back, listening to the Canadian geese overhead I walked forward, away from my site, crossing the small river one more time, I felt sadness, putting it behind me I walked forward on trial, startling a few deer along the way I had enjoyed my walk, finding myself about a mile from my jeep I was disturbed by a sudden "Hey!" I in the distance, His name was, Doug, dressed in tailored pants and a sports jack, he was a local floor manager of a large golf resort, he explained to me after his very brief introduction that he was in search of native arrowheads, he had found 7 at a depth of about 3 inches and was searching for more. He told me how thankful he was for such a beautiful day, and thankful thereafter that it happened to be his day off, his enthusiasm and obvious love of the outdoors was amazing, Doug gave me an arrowhead without hesitation and showed me the best spot to look for them myself, a gesture I truly appreciated. It was the crowned joule of my already amazing trip and I felt great to have met such an interesting personality. As I got to my jeep I felt the strangest sense of loss.
