There is an access point for the Beaver River just up the road, so I put my kayak on the car and headed off to explore. I spent a glorious day navigating the swift current of the winding Beaver River.
The river flows through a rare hardwood swamp filled with silver maple, black ash and aspen. Swamping opportunities lurked to the left and right into still waters and tangled vegetation.
One could spend hours in this magical place watching the sun cut through the huge old trees in fall magnificence. It was dramatic in its stillness – stunning and wondrous at every turn.
I came across a Canada goose sheltering there, perhaps preparing to migrate south for the winter. These photos barely capture a fragment of the joy and wonder I found.