Safe Passage, Gordon Lightfoot

Even when I couldn’t raise a radio station out of Thunder Bay or Sault Ste. Marie, his songs played in my mind on long Lake Superior canoe trips. Cold, wet, pockets full of sand. I’d stand on the beach and wonder whether to launch or stay. If the fog lifted, the wind would rise. Flat water wouldn’t last. So I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain.

Then there was “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”. Not a hopeful paddling song after you’ve watched the waters where it went down.

Canadian Railway Trilogy

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