The history of my relationship with my tent, in five parts:
What started off as a conversation over dinner after a trade show, led to me clearing trails in northwestern Ontario six weeks later.
In the haste to get trails cleared in time for one outfitter’s season opening trip, we pushed the limits of ice out in Woodland Caribou Provincial Park.
Jenny and I said good-bye to our clients, consolidated gear, repacked her tripping canoe and headed out to paddle Carlyle Lake for a short scouting mission.
If you run in the same social media circles that I do, you’ve likely seen the header to this post floating around.
The canoe yoke jostles for position on my shoulders, hitting a vertebra every time it slides up my neck. My shoulders ache with the effort to support my canoe pack and steady the canoe, an unwieldy seventeen-foot, forty-five pound Kevlar seesaw on a sixty-four inch base.
Date: Sunday, August 14, 2016 Weather: 23 degrees Celsius, partly cloudy Distance: ~8 kms back to the lodge
My third canoe trip with Wild Women Expeditions for the 2016 season.