ABOUT LOON COUNTRY BOATS

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  Our passion is paddling on a remote wilderness lake.   Having  grown up on Keuka Lake and his best memories were of an old heavy  fiberglass canoe.  We use to joke:  "Lincoln, all right,...you need Mr. Lincon's army to lift it" ). fFather & son who have undying resolve to experience quality paddling in a lightweight but rugged boat....a boat that has the paddling characteristics we want and yet won't send you to the chiropractor.  Time passes & the body weakens, but passions die hard.  Passions live in our heart,....they live and move and have being.   Even in the darkest of times,...our passions live and breathe in silence.  While recovering from leg surgery  one long winter, Mr. Winters wrote this poem.

  MR.  CANOE,....YOU ARE MY FRIEND

MR. Canoe, you are my friend;

You take me to my desired end.

You take away from this world of woe,

To a place my soul longs to go.

A meandering brook;

Oh...let's take a look!

Slip-streaming through an alpine meadow;

Silently gliding along we go.

Here we go,..sweet & low!

To another world where few do go.

Mr. Canoe, you take us there,

No burden, toil nor care.

You carry me solo or tandem;

With teenagers & all the mayhem.

"To the Regions Beyond", your motto is,

Gettin. us there in cold, wind & driz.

You carry though wind-driven waves,

Return to ADK! my heart craves.

A nocturnal adventure, I love the whole thing

The sounds of your drippiing, dripping, dripping.

 Starlights above so bright;

The glory of God fills the night.

The slurping of the waves upon your side;

When we'd rather gaze above than glide.

Mr. Canoe, you've been my friend;

Even with a sore butt-end.

I even fell in love while paddling you;

And you've also dumped me in the blue.

We've bounced down rolling waters;

Given fun to all my daughters.

In long cold winter months; 

You silent wait in your bunk.

As we wait to paddle you;

Like a dog,  waiting for your cue.

Be it open water or shallow stream;

You fill all with pleasure from beam to beam.

 Mr. Canoe, you are my friend.

Worth every penny we spend.

By Jay Winters

Passions live & breathe in silence though long are the winters. Your Fir Elise awaits you.  Your Fir Elise is your friend & bids you 'come paddle me' angels, fellow spirits bid you speed.