By Ken Kapp
He ties the canoe to one of the larger branches and brings the cooler to the bank, laughing, “Lunch break.” Dangling his feet in the water, he slowly eats the BLT on sprouted bread and puts aside the apple for later. A few healthy swallows from the canteen and he’s ready to explore. He dries his feet with a corner of his flannel shirt and laces up his sneakers. “Millie, let’s see how many amanitas I can find. Not going to count those small brown mushrooms or the boletes. And I get a bonus if I can spot any old morels that the deer didn’t eat.”
Sure enough, within ten feet he spots three amanitas: skirted and boasting a yellow top with white acne. He smiles, continues to work his way to the small rill. It’s still there: a deep cut maybe four feet across opens into the flowage. He makes his way uphill ignoring the several fat orange-brown boletes clustered around an aspen. He’s muttering, “Wouldn’t do to slip and get hurt here. Getting old. I was going to leave a note under the site permit: Paddling up to birch grove. Tomorrow I’ll leave one about Blueberry Hill.”
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Ken was a professor of Mathematics and did research at University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee [Ph.D., 1967, University of Wisconsin-Madison]. Following that, he “starved” as ceramicist and welder [local galleries]. Since he needed to eat he worked for IBM until being downsized in 2001. He now teaches yoga and writes. He lives with his wife and beagle in Shorewood, Wisconsin. He’s a home brewer and enjoys running white water rivers up north with his son in the summer. Whenever he can he attends the many excellent chamber music concerts in Milwaukee.