Last week, Wednesday afternoon, as dark ominous clouds swarmed the sky, the first local canoe trip of the year took to the waters of the Crow Wing River. Through lashing rain and searing sun, the boys of Sooner Cabin paddled defiantly, all the while keeping a count of the turtles for which the river is famous.
Having missed the second night's campsite, we pushed on, tackling many miles and countless rapids before falling exhausted around a campfire. As the flames gave way to ambers, a pack of wolves howled on the far bank. Their somber song piercing the night's silence and signaling the end of the heroic day.
Having missed the second night's campsite, we pushed on, tackling many miles and countless rapids before falling exhausted around a campfire. As the flames gave way to ambers, a pack of wolves howled on the far bank. Their somber song piercing the night's silence and signaling the end of the heroic day.