Crazy?

Yeah, "crazy" could be Bammanmr salivating a half year in advance at the prospect of driving all the way from Tennessee to get north. ....

Of course, that would be the judgment of outsiders who've never eaten fish from the Q's pristine waters, never heard a loon, never paddled in the utterly dead calm of a September dusk where you can hear an animal dislodge a rock on a cliff across the lake, never watched in fascination the rhythmic drip of water off the blade on the return stroke, never tasted smoke in both  the air and the cup while sipping bourbon around the fire, never felt the exhiliration and fear of battling surf with spray and sleet blown in your eyes, never seen the Northern Lights, never felt the bravado of laughing at the weight of a too-heavy pack and a too-long portage filled with mud and rock and fallen trees, never quenched a thirst by dipping straight into the middle of cold crystal waters, never sat in the middle of Agnes Lake and turned 360 degrees to be amazed at the vastness of it all. ....

... Of course, having to drive nearly 1,000 miles myself, I understand.

"B," welcome. Hope the trip lives up to the anticipation.

-- kypaddler