bob goeckel
Wooden Canoe Maniac
"All good things come to an end, and there came a day when
we turned our canoes down the Liard and saw Nahanni Butte
sink below the horizon - perhaps for the last time? Then
it was that I realized we had been allowed to live for a little
time in world apart - a lonely world, of surpassing beauty,
that had given us all things from the sombre magnificence
of the canyons to the gay sunshine of those windswept
uplands; from the utter silence of the dry side canyons to
the uproar of the broken waters - a land that men pass,
and then silence falls back into place behind them The Land
of Shadows."
we turned our canoes down the Liard and saw Nahanni Butte
sink below the horizon - perhaps for the last time? Then
it was that I realized we had been allowed to live for a little
time in world apart - a lonely world, of surpassing beauty,
that had given us all things from the sombre magnificence
of the canyons to the gay sunshine of those windswept
uplands; from the utter silence of the dry side canyons to
the uproar of the broken waters - a land that men pass,
and then silence falls back into place behind them The Land
of Shadows."
