Fishpig wrote on Apr 18
th, 2009 at 4:28am:
I believe somebody has a hell of lot more time off than I do!!! Or less kids!....
Fishpig,
True & somewhat true!
Three of us in Woods Walker's pic are older farts (flamino guy, guy in yellow shirt, & guy in blue shirt & blue hat... a former Olympic champion who would go out & swim 15 laps around our island each morning). In our cases, we tend to have been around long enough to earn plenty of vacation. OR, in the case of my son (far left), he had a long break between semesters at school. OR, in the case of the professional wrestler on the far right (you'd recognize him IF he had his performer's "mask" on), he can arrange his matches to accommodate his canoe-tripping passion. Likewise, the Broadway playwright (pictured sitting down) was actually hard at work, searching for her muse; she went on to produce a fine work that we soon expect to see the light of day on stage in NYC (rumor has it to be a poignant drama involving canoeists stranded on a remote wilderness island). Harder to account for are the remaining two characters. The fellow second from left (dark beige outfit & hat) is a bit of an eccentric millionaire (billionaire?) and something of a midwestern tycoon who made a killing in fertilizers. He goes wherever he wants at any time. Speaking of "killing", the background of the remaining (shady) character with the orange whistle is something of a dark mystery. First of all, he flew into the Twin Cities from Bogota, Columbia. Secondly, he smoked funny-smelling cigars the ENTIRE time together on Pink Flamigo Island. Frankly, the rest of us were simply afraid to ask just WHAT he did for a living! He claimed he was a "contractor" who dabbled in films & expected to be out on the west coast soon to arrange a big "deal".
Somewhat true is your comment about "LESS kids". In my case, my two boys are fully grown... yet still considered "kids" in my ancient eyes. The collegian pictured on the far left of WW's pic has been going north with me for nearly fifteen years. The playwright (seated) brought her kid along on last year's Jimboree. I have fond memories of him "sailing" his kayak on Bearpelt Creek. He is a fine young man. Even the mysterious Columbian dude has also taken a kid into Quetico. He tells me that the two of them planted a very "special" cache on Draper Lake. Anyone who showed up at the campsite where he set it up would have a really special time, I expect.
Anyhow, now you know the rest of the story....
Jimbo