I have always said that if our third trip (1974:  Moose/Knife/Eddy) had been our first, I never would have gone again.  It was a six day trip and it rained steadily for almost all of the first five days and nights.  Not hard rain, sometimes just drizzle, but back in those days we didn't have the kind of tent and rain gear we have now.  We were wet and cold.

The worst part of that trip is that I pulled a muscle in my shoulder/neck pushing the canoe off at the landing at Moose Lake at the beginning of the trip.  My neck was in spasm the entire trip!  It was very painful, and of course the cold, damp weather didn't help one bit. 

By the fifth night my sleeping bag was so wet that I slept on the floor of the tent wrapped in a space blanket, and I cried.  That was the "never again" time.  The next morning--our last one, of course!--the sun came out and we ended our trip in the sunshine.

The only fond memory of that trip is that we stopped at the Isle of Pines and had a root beer with Dorothy Molter.  This is the only photo I took.  Surely if I could do that NOW I would have taken hundreds!! 

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