Amazing, last page of my journal, last day of my journey. I do not think I could have worked that out if I tried. It was grey and a little cold this morning as I pulled Sparky out onto the river behind the Pelletier Campground. I knew it would take me about 5 hours to finish up on the St. John, Canada on my left, the USA on my right. I was feeling a little nervous about meeting people at the take-out and somewhat melancholy to be finishing up. I tried to take some pictures but while the light was flat, my heart was jumping, so I put the camera away for the last time on this journey.
The final stretch was uneventful, the water was shallow in spots and I had to get out and walk Sparky some. The St. John was wide, the current gentle, the riverbed covered with small, sometimes slippery stones. Walking was not too difficult when compared to some other rivers I have encountered along the way. Scott found me in a few spots where the river met the road and took pictures. I am grateful because, for obvious reasons, there are very few pictures of Sparky and I out on the water. As I went under the bridge, right before the final take-out the water again became so low that I had to get out and walk Sparky in to the shore.
There was a small entourage waiting for me on the beach, my smile was wide and heart-felt. Answered some questions for the press, took some pictures in front of the NFCT terminus kiosk then went down to pull the boat out one last time. Amen.
I wrote Amen as my final word because this journey felt like one long prayer or meditation. Now, the start of a new song, a different dance. I have a few final entries yet, reflections and observations written after the trip.
“Nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose – a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.” - Mary Shelley
“Do not be afraid.” - Jesus