The evening is closing in and we only have a few hundred meters left down to the tiny wharf, when she says it. We are about to finish a kayak trip down our local river Numedalslågen. Instead of eating supper at home, we had put a simple pasta salad in a bag, cycled down to the river on our bikes and paddled up to the little island we knew upstream. There were no mosquitoes out there on the island, and we could sit on the hot rocks and eat while we looked at the current drawing patterns on the water surface around the island.
Later, wild joyful shouts spread through the air above the river as the girls were playing in the swift current with their kayaks. Then we pointed our kayaks south and paddled towards home. It didn’t take long before we saw our first beaver.
And that’s when she says it, shortly after the evening’s first beaver encounter, while quietly drifting down the river:
– The sound of a paddle in the water, I think it’s the most beautiful sound I know.
SUPPER BY THE RIVER. We eat on a tiny island before having a blast in the current with the kayaks.
GOING HOME. Sif pushes her kayak out of the eddy and into the river.
FULL SPEED. It’s fun to paddle downriver and feel the speed of the kayak.
“The sound of a paddle in the water, I think it’s the most beautiful sound I know.” +1🙂
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It’s a tie between that and the clicking of a freewheel.
Both are preferable to the sound of mosquitoes in your ear!
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I think I’ll have to rate the clicking of a freewheel just below, but yes, it’s a nice sound that too😉
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Fantastic! I hope you all had a great time, as it looks you did.
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Yes, it was great – one of those spontaneous and memorable small trips.
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Great to see kids in the nature like this. Pure joy!🙂
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