It's Just Around The Bend

June 9th,

 That's what we say for the last two hours of each day when looking for a camp site.

  Two things that are fairly annual and I suppose almost traditional in our family are the New Years egg roll party (grease-fest) which seems quite odd seeing as we are of no asian origin whatsoever, in fact it's mostly polish, welch, german & austrian.  The second is our almost-annual canoeing trip.  It began when my oldest brother Luke was just tall enough to peer over the edge of the boat (but not big enough to swim) and I'm fairly certain Jotham was still in diapers, I of course didn't actually exist yet.  So here I am eighteen long years later with about a solid month of canoeing under my belt and about to depart on another trip for several days (taking off tomorrow).  Excited is not really the word I would use, I suppose it's adventurous, but it's also long, wet, buggy, and dangerous. Yes canoeing can be dangerous, I have almost drown three times and two of my siblings nearly got their heads cracked in half one time, not to mention the time we flipped over in a siphon whirlpool and were quite literally sucked to the bottom of the canoe until we could pull ourselves out with the roots reaching out from the bank beneath the surface. That was fun, especially because I was thirteen and weighed less than most watermelons.  There are so many memories to recall from past trips but that would take all night so let's just stick with the understanding that it's always unpredictable and never the same. Anyways my entries will be inevitably postponed as I am quite removed from any type of internet or even civilization until wednesday or possibly thursday, wether I will write on account of each day is unsure at the time. Until then, God Bless.