Book Excerpt: The Thrill of Whitewater Canoeing

The portage appeared as we paddled around the pink granite bend, the trailhead shimmering like a mirage in the haze of an August morning. The French River had reached a pinch point, narrowing into Big Pine Rapids. Its volume which had lazily carried us over the last kilometer now poured over rock ledges, rushed around boulders carved smooth from thousands of years of erosion, formed frothy wave trains like the log flume ride at amusement parks. It hurried to the next bay downstream where it sighed relief, slowed its pace, and meandered through the granite and white pines of the Canadian Shield. + Read More

Day 4: Haul Out

Date: Monday, February 15, 2016

Weather: Partly cloudy, -6 degrees Celsius midday

With temperatures hovering around -15 degrees Celsius, I slept more soundly and warmly overnight Sunday night, just in time to haul out.

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Day 3: Following Wolf Tracks

Date: Sunday, February 14, 2016

Weather: Sun and clouds, -42 Celsius in the morning / -15 degrees Celsius at midday

I shifted in my sleeping bag to free my arm from layers of down and polyester. By the light of Indiglo™ my watch told me it was two in the morning. My bladder told me it was time to go. I sighed. That last cup of Egyptian licorice tea before bed had done me in. My three companions snored and shifted while I wriggled out of my bag shivering and chattering in the night air. + Read More

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