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August 1, 2008

                                                           

The Channel

Somewhere in the back of my mind as I drift through summer is the picture of me commuting each morning. I see myself on the ramp entering I-71 north just off the 270 Belt down around Grove City. I don’t mind the drive and always have a mug of Peet’s coffee beside me and the radio on.

I rather like the image of downtown Columbus with its tall buildings as they loom ahead in the sun or fog or clouds or snow…depending on the time of year. I am in two lanes on 270 and then on two on-ramp lanes to I-71 and that becomes three lanes and that becomes 4 lanes as other exits come and go. Finally we make the final mile or two into the heart of the city and it takes very little for traffic to clog. The cars are bumper to bumper and the occurrence of a truck shifting from the onramp across two lanes over to the I-70 Westbound will create red brake lights on 100 cars. We let the trucker cross the lanes because, frankly, who is going to argue with an 18 wheel semi who wants to cross lanes? Besides, we all know that he is just doing his job. He has to get to Indianapolis and to do so he must change lanes and head west.

I remember those things especially on very early July morning on vacation. There are no clouds this morning and the morning light comes early on the lake. I let it wake me. I brew my coffee and climb into my kayak and head around the bay. I am rewarded this morning with the Bald Eagle who is circling the lake. As I round the pines on the corner of the bay I spot the Eagle perched on the tallest, most visible evergreen around.

 

Not only can I spy on him/her; but he/she can spy on any and all aquatic creatures in the lake and creeping creatures in the woods. I watch him for a moment, but realize that besides the fact that I am looking at the iconic American Bald Eagle above me in the treetops, it actually gets a bit tedious to focus on a perched bird. My bifocals require me to tilt my head further. It’s a great moment, but I paddle on.

My destination is the channel between the two lakes. This channel is narrow and filled with lily pads, fallen trees, lots and lots of mosquitoes and a sense of quiet and isolation that few places around here can offer. It is only about 200 yards long but could easily suffice for an African jungle river.

I paddle and ease my way through the channel, which is gently flowing against me from the smaller spring-fed lake…my destination. I can hear the loons who have landed on the water after flying past me 10 minutes earlier. They, having an express route to the waters.

And as I swat mosquitoes and pole past fallen trees it strikes me odd that, here, in my kayak this morning, I am be the same person who negotiates the Columbus freeways in my car for the rest of the year.

But, everything else is different; save for the Peet’s coffee in my mug.

Peace, Rev. Bob Tussing