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Neuburger Eng Comp 101-132 30 August 2012 Descriptive Essay Canoeing in Canada I stepped outside the old brown cabin my dad and I were staying in the night before. The morning air had a cool, crisp feel to it and smelled fresh as if there was a clean waterfall breaking nearby. Our friends were just exiting their cabin right next door. We all had our gear ready to go like soldiers ready for battle but without guns and the only fight on our hands was the fight crossing into Canada by canoeing. The beginning of our journey was in view but about fifteen miles away. The lake just outside our cabins we had to cross was so flat and calm; you could see the first portage almost fifteen miles away. We loaded our equipment up and tied the canoes to the motorized boat which carried us across the first lake. We enjoyed the short lived ride because the rest of the trip to our camping site would either be a back breaking carry of canoes through a portage 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 every hill there’s a group of tall, lengthy timbers. It was different than home where most of the lakes are man-made and the oaks sit bulky and kind of low to the ground. The lake shore was right to my side so I jumped out of the boat to help my dad carry the canoe full of supplies to land.
Grass 2 First obstacle was a short portage through a rather large hill. The portage was man made so it was narrow and between bluffs. We first carried the canoe on our heads about a half mile to the other side. Once we got there, a wild rapid river appeared but so did the morning sun. It was at 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 get to 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 extremely strong because just ahead was a giant lake releasing thousands of gallons of water at once into this narrow we were travelling. It was like pouring water out of a lipped pitcher and as the water gets closer to the edge of the lip it speeds up and rushes through. We got past the breaking point and climbed in our 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 that only caused more problems for the canoe was about to flip at that point, so I let go and my paddle got pulled underneath the canoe. My dad quickly lunged out to save not only the canoe but the equipment we needed for a week long camp out. Without our supplies, the time and money spent coming up would have been wasted. I recaptured my paddle and had control once again. 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 thing around 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 my already cold and rosy red cheeks. Paddling across that lake seemed endless considering how large the lake was. Even though tree lines and land were visible; it was like trying to cross a
Grass 3 motionless ocean. The trees in the distance barely passed as we killed ourselves paddling towards ours destination. We finally arrived at a campsite but it wasn’t ideal. It sat up on a bluff overlooking the lake and the view was nice but the place was run down with dead shrub and those neat looking Canadian trees were very present in the area. Being on a hilltop with a very thin tree line, the wind was atrocious. Bitter winds and sleet this was not the ideal place for us so we moved on. After paddling a few more miles, another portage was in sight, but this one was almost two miles, which was a rather painful trip considering our luggage. On the other side was the lake containing our most perfect campsite but we didn’t know that. We started to think we should have settled for something mediocre a long time ago. But the place we found was the definition of beautiful; it was literally a heaven for campers. It sat up on a small hill with a perfectly dense tree line on the back of the hill. The lake had a light murky tint; perfect for fishing. There was a natural port to the side for our canoe. We set up shop with a make shift kitchen area, leisure space by the lake, and living space with our new tents. We had finally found home for a week.