Canoes in Winter: Beneath the Surface

It's pretty obvious that Sam Ryan and Sally Hunter should have more sense than to fall in love...

For starters, he is almost a generation older than she. Besides that, Sally is married. And she vows to stay that way, no matter how terrible her situation has become.
Canoes in Winter: Beneath the Surface takes you inside Sam's world--his Thoreau-like knowledge of nature; his quiet, personal practice of the spiritual; and his fulfilling life among the good folks of the little town of Stone Creek, Minnesota. He seems perfectly at peace. On the outside.
But the skeletons he has kept secret in his closet have once again come a' rattlin'. Just days before his fateful first meeting with Sally, he suffers another debilitating PTSD attack. He must cope with the seething guilt and anger that stems from childhood innocence brutally ripped from him.
Their unlikely friendship deepens quickly, and their ill-advised bond grows, in spite of Sally's guilt and Sam's history of failures in love. Then almost as quickly, the dogged realities of who they are and where they came from demand their due.
Still, there is a connection between their souls that cannot be denied...
Canoes in Winter: Beneath the Surface is a delightful modern romance set in small-town Minnesota. If you enjoy reading about campfires, horses and barrel racing, homemade wine, country life, and a second chance at love--this contemporary romantic novel is for you.

Author: Bob Guelker
Publisher: 5 Pines Publishing
Published: 08/25/2016
Pages: 276
Binding Type: Paperback
Weight: 0.61lbs
Size: 8.00h x 5.00w x 0.58d
ISBN: 9780997745702

About the Author
Guelker, Bob: - Hi There! I'm Bob A handful of years ago, my son mentioned to my first ex-wife that I had retired. Curiously she asked, "From what?" My path through life has been akin to floating down a winding river-around every bend there's a new view, an unknown place to explore, and people I've never met. Along the way I've been blessed with a multitude of jobs, and I've witnessed such an expansive spectrum of humanity-from the sublime to the not so. My last job before retiring was writing, editing, and producing our small-town weekly newspaper. I grew up just north of the Minneapolis city limits, when the north end of Anoka County was still country (and you could actually make it to Minneapolis in half an hour). There I hunted, swam, canoed, played ball and fished to my boyhood heart's content. I stayed put for a while into adulthood, but upon approaching middle age, I realized the suburban sprawl had crept up and surrounded me. Home had become someplace claustrophobic. I joke that one Friday in 1984, I went "up north to the lake" and decided never to go back home. (Actually though, it was a planned move for our whole family.) I spent the next eleven years in west-central Minnesota-away from the big city traffic jams and with my beloved outdoors just steps away. But the river of life beckoned. Twenty-one years and two divorces later, I looked around the next bend in the river, and found the quiet, friendly little burg of Nevis. It was smack-dab in the middle of northern Minnesota's beautiful rivers, lakes, forests, and hill country-the kind of place I'd always dreamed about living. I didn't realize it then, but I was finally home. For good. There's no better place on earth to live. And write.