CANOEING LAKE WAWAYANDA

Raised on the back of my fathers roadbike, cross country snow sled, backpack--bundled up in blankets or awkwardly bouncing around with an oversized helmet--there was no place too cold, too far, or too high for my parents. Well...there was that one time I began to turn blue on top of Pikes Peak. And that other time we got lost in a snow storm while skiing to a yurt and my mother's belly was the only thing that could thaw my toes. But regardless of some certainly coincidental circulation issues, I've sprouted up as a healthy and active human with a obsessive compulsion to be constantly en route to some new park, lake, mountain, historic site... I have traveled abroad a bit but there has been a resurgence of a desire to explore my home country more thoroughly, especially after Michael bought me a National Parks Passport for my birthday last May. Its astounding how many parks are out there for us to enjoy. 

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his last weekend we canoed around Wawayanda State Park. The canoe rentals were $15 for an hour for both of us and we nearly had the entire lake to ourselves, save a few other kayakers and fishermen. 

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