WET BEHIND THE EARS
By Jim Carrier
By virtue of my initial "infection" (ie. the trip was MY idea), I was saddled as "unofficial leader" of our troupe. As leader, I was ultimately charged with resolving problems like this. We had originally planned on six people and three canoes. However, half of our voyageurs got wise and backed out of our northern nightmare before it even started. Accordingly, our outfitter reduced the fleet to one tandem canoe and one solo. Unfortunately for Gary's aching back, that same outfitter neglected to reduce the size of our food pack, as we discovered later that day. We did eat well on this trip. Nevertheless, our food pack - The Beast, as we dubbed it proved to be a real challenge by land and by sea. Travel into the unknown being imminent, the loading of The Beast and other "indispensables" into the canoes presented us with our first important decision.
I dare say we flubbed it.
I do not recollect or, perhaps, I choose not to recollect - the reasoning behind the canoe-trimming scheme we eventually settled upon. Neither do I understand why we adhered to it for several days. Nevertheless, one way or another, all packs ended up in the solo canoe; all paddlers ended up in the tandem.
voyagers01.html
voyagers02.html
voyagers03.html
voyagers04.html
voyagers05.html
voyagers06.html
voyagers07.html
voyagers08.html
voyagers09.html
voyagers10.html
voyagers11.html
voyagers.html