I gotta get out of this mess before dark!  There was no way on God's green earth that I was pulling back upstream through that cat-tail mess.  The GPS could guide me cross-woods to the highway.  That's it!  I'll just carry out of here!  After 100 yds with the tractor seat riding on my noggin' (no yoke remember)....I had to dump the craft again.  That bugger would split my skull open if I let it.  This time I marked the craft's position on the GPS.  I continued on barefoot through the poison ivy, cutup and bleeding, feet raw....my only remaining sandel with torn straps from pulling foot out of muck.  I'd bushwack (sans boat) to make sure I could get out of here....if looked good, I'd come back for the craft....if looked bad....I was giving strong consideration to contributing the Prism to the local flora and fauna!  10 minutes later brought me to the highway and also left me a "track" on my machine to follow back to the boat.  Looked doable.

Back at the craft I again tried to ride the Prisim on my headbone....just no way that was gonna work....so I drug the kevlar beast on it's belly....over rocks, logs, thickets, more poison ivy...finally to the roadside.  I looked a real mess...covered in blood, sweat, and mud from head to toe....sans any shoe gear.  Well, now to just call the wife for a rescue.  Reached in my pocket for the cell...oh yeah, electronic phones don't take well to being submerged in mud and muck.  Shoot....now I was really getting PO'd!  Was about a mile walk back to Akeley quickstop (barefoot) to use the phone....decided to abandon the craft along #34, maybe someone would steal it and relieve me of my burdon?

Phone home....kids answer...."mom's not home, she'll be back in a hour" they said.  Gave them instructions to tell mom to immediately come back to Akeley and rescue me.  I'd be waiting at the Paul Bunyan statue.  Brought some pizza and cokes back with me, and ended up sitting alone at the Paul statue for 1 1/2 hours....looking homeless.  Mom finally arrives and laughing her head off....wonders how I actually ended up "backwards" from where she dropped me off!  After a good laugh...we go and find the boat....still resting along the shoulder of #34.  Guess I'll have to take her home and clean her up a bit!