In order to write the sentences within the story, I had to feel them first.
With that goal in mind, I took a journey through Algonquin Park to the very place where a huge revelation within the story happens. The old Pine River Logging site on the Tim River.
As I paddled toward the portage from Queer lake to the Tim River, the mist enshrouded shoreline allowed my imagination to run free.
It was there within the mist that I was finally able to see the entity which wanders through the pages of "A Long Paddle Home."
Shivers ran through me as I realized that this creature could actually exist.
All indigenous cultures have a name for it.
I call it - Agawaatesin.