Tuscarora Lodge And Canoe Outfitters
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... quietly and reflect on the year long journey that we have taken. You think the muse will magically connect all the dots and present a packaged "feeling" of how it was. Thank goodness it’s not like that! Day to day life on this adventure was unpredictable, exciting, strange, difficult, busy, quiet and fun. So is life, once you arrive home.
Bathroom taps need to be fixed. Family needs to be hugged and thanked for all they did for us while we were away. ...
... t drown or get stepped on. Over the roar of the engines, I sometimes hear interesting snatches of Zan’s conversation with the hiker to her right. There is one harrowing bit about the woman getting lost and spending the night in the woods with no idea where she was. In another story, I heard that her solution to the evil beaver dam was to slog through the mud the whole way rather than try to balance on the logs the way we did.
The bug flies ...
... to show up on schedule,” Julie snorts. Then we hear more crashing in the ravine.
We turn around and head back the way we’d come, and take a fork in the path that leads down to the ravine. On the bridge at the bottom, we pause. Sticks snap over the lip of the hill ahead. I’m in the lead and crouch-walk toward the hill. Slowly, I put my head over the crest and look around. There! In the fading light of dusk, I ...
... It’s kind of cold,” Julie replies. “Let’s do it tomorrow when it warms up.”
The fare available at the store is certainly not the quality of a San Francisco burrito or fancy steak, but it beats eating rehydrated kibble. I get a mass produced turkey-sandwich, two hard-boiled eggs, a Snack-Pak pudding (chocolate), and a Snicker’s bar. The sandwich is tasteless, but the eggs are heavenly, and so is the pudding. I happily stuff myself.
... a male hiker passes us, traveling twice our speed. He stops briefly to chat and then hurries on. “That’s the snooper guy who was in our campsite last night,” I whisper as his retreating back disappears over a hill. “I can’t believe how fast he hikes. I wish I could hike that fast.” I feel bummed at my own inadequacy.
“He has longer legs than you,” Julie points out, ever reasonable. She has a closer relationship to reality than I ...