Adventures... West of Quetico
by Bryan Whitehead
Into one of the cars Jim went, Harl fired it up and shot out onto the main highway to Ft. Francis gravel flying. I watched anxiously as Harl's Taurus tore down the road disappearing over a hill.
As we drove back far more slowly with the vans and trailers, we looked for Harl's car at every medical clinic we passed. Somehow we couldn't raise anyone on the cell phones, I think there was a coverage problem.
The return trip was somber, with exhausted kids tucked everywhere, even the floor and worries about Jim over riding everything. In the end it turned out that Jim had actually cracked his sternum, which while painful for a while, was not fatal.
What an introduction to canoe camping for backpackers like my boys and me!
At the end I asked my boys what they remembered most from the trip?. The youngest thought and said "Dad, the thing I liked the most were the skies."
Me too.
© Bryan Whitehead