Top Five Reasons Canada's Kipawa Changed Our Lives
- The People. With all Marshall's present, each day meant time with unmatchable company. We loved meeting our new Neph George, reuniting with recently-returned Sister Abby (who Abe keeps calling "Ancestor Abby"), and catching up on everyone's lives. Abe and Sam got up early every day with me and Keenan and played together. Sam taught Abe everything he knew about trains, which, by the way is more than most people ever learn about trains. We had meaningful interactions with Richard, Joseph, Melissa, Keenan, Nonie, Meredith, Cameron, Abby, Kate, Julia, Amanda, Thomas, Mom, Dad, Sammy, Daniel, and George. There are no people we'd rather be sealed and stuck to. Mom and Dad, thank you so very much for making this trip happen!
- The Adventures. As defined by Uncle Scott, "An adventure involves a certain amount of risk, and its outcome must not be too predictable. For true adventure, you do not buy a ticket and then stand in a line" (Kipawa River Chronicles, pg. 49). Whether tubing down rapids, fishing for bass, waterskiing, exploring the shores and and lake, kayaking the whitewater, or cliff-diving into waterfalls each day presented itself with new adventures. Each adrenaline-pumping adventure required physical strength and endurance. It felt great to feel sore all week.
- The Peace. We found solitude. No cell phone service. No email access. No electricity. No people beyond our kith and kin for miles and miles in any direction. The peace found from a week unplugged has brought us back to the tech-entrenched world much more cautious and much less distracted. Immersed in His creation, we felt a new reverence for God's power and love. The rough and rushing water pouring into Lake Temiskaming was the backtrack to a scene of God's grandeur in full display. Perhaps our growing belief and even worship of our own web-worlds (like this blog) has encouraged the decay of belief in His world. We connected with Him as we disconnected with everything but His.
- The Relaxation. Floating out across the lake in an open kayak. Going on a midnight boatride for a 5-Year Anniversary Date. Reading on the deck with an indescribable view of the river and lake. Playing chess or cards with family. Releasing toxins in the 200-degree sauna and then finding what Richard exclaimed as "sweet relief" in the cool lake afterward. Playing volleyball with family. Catching frogs. Catching fish. Catching up. Laughing until your sides hurt. Feeling the testifying power of the Spirit fill a room full of testimony. Singing around a camp fire to fiddles and harmonicas with marshmellows slowly roasting. Writing. Thinking. Hiking. This time re-energized, recharged, and refreshed a weary family. The week before the trip I felt completely overwhelmed with my new job, pressures of my calling, and other miscellaneous issues (car trouble, etc.). It all evaporated into that pristine air like rain coming down after an inversion. We returned slightly sad, but ready to take it all back on.
- Uncle Scott and Aunt Pat. These two remarkable people played the parts of perfect host and hostess. They took us on all of the adventures. Aunt Pat has a natural beauty, a happy heart, a listening ear, and a resilient spirit. She can swim a mile-wide lake and cook up the best blueberry-rubarb pie you've ever had--all in the same afternoon. A great match for Uncle Scott. Uncle Scott is a mentor, a friend, and a leader. As you jumped into the foaming wrath of Grand Chute or shot through the Zipper rapids on your kayak you knew that whatever happened, everything would be okay with Uncle Scott there. But just because you knew you would be okay didn't mean Scott expected less of you. We wouldn't have experienced many of the things we did out there without his encouragement and mentoring. And yes, he can kayak through rapids with someone hanging onto the back of his kayak and pulling their kayak behind them (the case study requested to remain anonymous). And yes, he is made of muscle only. And yes, he has forgotten what it feels like to be sore and Poison Ivy doesn't affect him. And yes, his blog is awesome.
- Our Little Family. One more to grow on. We enjoyed such a great time, just the four of us. We saw the Hill Cumorah, the Sacred Grove, and Niagara Falls on the way up. We sang songs, read stories, told stories, talked, listened to books on tape, and enjoyed the scenery for our 15-hour road trips. We spent time in the mornings together, quiet times together, and I had much-needed time with Benjammer--providing us with a new, strong father-son bond. Our drive back was just as wonderful. Celebrating Our Beautiful's birthday, enjoying the abundant hospitality of Ben and Celeste, making goals based on the things we felt and learned during the week, and learning from Abe's Sunday School lesson (video of that coming soon).
I could keep going. But I won't. The lure of the Kipawa captured us. We can't wait to be back soon.
Niagara Falls
(A little bro-to-bro kiss before seeing the falls)
Palmyra Temple
The Sacred Grove
At the Smith Family Farm House (Joseph hid the plates in those very hearthstones)
Our view out our window when we woke up at the lodge
Diving at Grand Chute
Uncle Scott doin' his thing
Enjoying the water
Cooling off after the sauna
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| Abe caught two fish with no help (except to hold the pole steady while he reeled) |
Highlights reel coming soon. And probably more pictures.
5 comments:
Beautiful, through and through!
Wow, what a trip!
Incredible place. Incredible people.
Oh my gosh, I'm sold. I need a place like this. Everyone does. Thanks for the words Andrew - a good reminder of things most important. And Ariel, you look vibrant and stunning as always - love your swimsuit!
Beautiful remnders of our Kipawa trip, AA team. That was a time never to be forgotten with Scott and Pat and all of us. Thomas and I just read and loved every word, every picture, and every memory of our incredible week together. We'll try to capture some of ours too and send them along. How worthwhile to put it down for a memory forever.
Let's do it again!
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