Say what you will about tours - boats or buses - they invariably provide an historical detail which is memorable. The Thousand Islands have attracted many a great mind over the past hundred years or so, not the least of whom is Charles Dickens.
It is a reminder that rubbing shoulders with one's species is neither novel nor uncomfortable. As well I relish the event because it is illustrative of the value of public opportunity. Joseph Hayden for example notoriously spent almost every Sunday in Hyde Park, details of which he scrupulously recorded in his diary. What amused him about the people he saw parading about him was at times peculiar - but quite understandable to any of us who have been similarly enchanted by a crowd. My riparian experience today was one which predictably fulfilled all the usual passions - shimmering water, dazzling sunshine, balmy breeze and the predictable nautical sensations characteristic of water craft, waves and distant maritime scenes.
What lingers even after the tour is over is the remnants of fresh air and burning sunshine. The venture on the water stimulates all one's resources. There is no doubt in my mind that the experience is primeval.