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Grass 1James GrassMr. NeuburgerEng Comp 101-13230 August 2012Descriptive EssayCanoeing in CanadaI stepped outside the old brown cabin my dad and I were staying in the night before. Themorning air had a cool, crisp feel to it and smelled fresh as if there was a clean waterfall breakingnearby. Our friends were just exiting their cabin right next door. We all had our gear ready to golike soldiers ready for battle but without guns and the only fight on our hands was the fightcrossing into Canada by canoeing. The beginning of our journey was in view but about fifteenmiles away. The lake just outside our cabins we had to cross was so flat and calm; you could seethe first portage almost fifteen miles away. We loaded our equipment up and tied the canoes tothe motorized boat which carried us across the first lake. We enjoyed the short lived ride becausethe rest of the trip to our camping site would either be a back breaking carry of canoes through aportage or pushing and paddling our way through lakes and rivers.Ever since we came into northern Minnesota, I had noticed how the lakes were bowl
shaped. It’s amazing and gorgeous how the calm waters lay between smooth hills and on almost
y hill there’s a group of tall, lengthy timbers. It was different than home where most
of thelakes are man-made and the oaks sit bulky and kind of low to the ground. The lake shore wasright to my side so I jumped out of the boat to help my dad carry the canoe full of supplies toland.
Grass 2First obstacle was a short portage through a rather large hill. The portage was man madeso it was narrow and between bluffs. We first carried the canoe on our heads about a half mile tothe other side. Once we got there, a wild rapid river appeared but so did the morning sun. It wasat that point in the morning where the entire dim yellow globe was barely visible. The only
 portion of it that wasn’t was the very bottom where the tree line in the distance was covering. We
had finally retrieved all the supplies and were ready to head up river. The lake we were trying getto was only about a football field away so we walked along the bank and pulled our luggage
 behind us. The only problem was that the river’s current was extreme
ly strong because just aheadwas a giant lake releasing thousands of gallons of water at once into this narrow we weretravelling. It was like pouring water out of a lipped pitcher and as the water gets closer to theedge of the lip it speeds up and rushes through. We got past the breaking point and climbed inour canoe but while my dad was getting in the mouth of the river had sucked us into the rapids.I thought it would be wise to lodge my paddle into the rocks below the water but thatonly caused more problems for the canoe was about to flip at that point, so I let go and mypaddle got pulled underneath the canoe. My dad quickly lunged out to save not only the canoebut the equipment we needed for a week long camp out. Without our supplies, the time andmoney spent coming up would have been wasted. I recaptured my paddle and had control onceagain. Next was a long paddle across a very flat and unfamiliar lake in search of a campsite.Clouds were closing in around us, it was only October, we were in Canada, and the only thingaround was bitter cold lake water. Things were about to get wet and a little chilly.The icy cold sleet began to fall and each small piece of ice stung like bee as it hit myalready cold and rosy red cheeks. Paddling across that lake seemed endless considering howlarge the lake was. Even though tree lines and land were visible; it was like trying to cross a

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