Treewater
Wooden Canoes are in the Blood
About 4:40 this afternoon I had left the canoe shop for the house to get ready for a Christmas party. I had left a wood stove burning, a new one I'd just installed. As I was inside I heard a car pull in the driveway and saw a young man get out racing toward my backyard. I opened the door to challenge him and he said "there's a fire in your shop." I looked to see flames in the window reaching to the ceiling I ran to the shop and found a fire in the wood box I had set too close to the stove. As I struggled with a defective fire extinguisher the young man stretched my garden hose to the shop and turned it on. Within a minute we had the fire out. I looked at amazement as I saw the fire had scorched the wood ceiling but had not yet set it off. The ceiling was of wood paneling and would have ignited in seconds. I am still trying to comprehend my good luck. The young fellow drove by at just the right moment and with his quick thinking and swift action we saved a 24 x 20 shop and 11 wood canoes counting the ones stashed in the attic. My Christmas came early.
God Loves Wood Canoes.
God Loves Wood Canoes.