It was the trip of my life. We started making the preparations in June.
“Get the macaroni and cheese!” yelled my dad. I grabbed five boxes.
He shoved the scrawny cart along the aisle, throwing everything into it. After
we grabbed the fifty pounds of food, we handed over the check and waddled out
of the air-conditioned store anticipating the warmth that would meet us.
When we got home, we hauled grocery bags out of the truck for hours and
hours on end. We folded up the sleeping bags, threw some pans in the
packsacks, and we were ready to go.
We headed out the next day. That is, my sister, my dad, my relatives,
and me, a tall, chubby kid.
The trip took hours, but the scene when we got to the landing was well
worth the wait. Canoes docking off, fresh, springtime smells in the air, and
the restless sound of clean water lapping up on the beach. This was definitely
what summer is all about.
We unloaded our packs, split them between the two canoes, and docked
The wind created a refreshing blast of water against my dry face every
couple minutes while we paddled.
The first night went well and everyone resumed a high morale. But as
the days went on, we slowly grew sick of each other and our morale slowly
It wasn’t until we were in the Canadian Falls Chain when the action
finally livened up a bit. The Canadian Falls Chain is a long series of falls
in a row. We would paddle to each of the falls, unload, swim, and anxiously
paddle to the next one.
This was all fun and we would find a fishing lure here and there. The
pie of the falls, though, was when I came across a shiny, gold fishing rod and
reel combo. It had obviously just fallen into the clean, cool water a week or
two earlier because it was in practically brand new condition. It was hard to
keep it in one piece the rest of the trip because it’s a one-piece rod and
you can’t break it down into two or three pieces like other easier carrying
rods. It did, though, survive the trip and it ended up being my favorite
Near the end of the falls, we decided to try our hand at some fishing.
It proved very useful. We would hook a live frog we had just caught and float
it down into the calms. The small mouth bass were biting like a rabid dog. I
ended up nabbing two of them, a three-pound and a 4-pound.
The rest of the trip went by great without flaws in the food department
or sleeping department.
We took it easy and enjoyed the outdoors, and I think that’s what
camping is all about.