Looking a litte worried
Don & Suz were off to the M Go Blue football game, so Grandpa and Nick took on the mighty Huron River with Troop 104 for a canoe trip. It was to be a two hour tour, a two hour tour. We started out it was cold and cloudly, not the perfect afternoon for a canoe ride. There were about twenty canoes with Troop 104 and we all launched at once, we were some where near the middle, but within 15 minutes we could not see a canoe in front of us or behind us. We were all alone to fend for ourselves, a lot of noises were heard in the woods along the shore so we made sure that we stayed to the middle of the river where nothing could attack us. After 2 days without seeing another soul and without food or water we came across a 30 foot waterfall that we were forced to portage around, during this portage we did manage to find some drinking water to substain us for the rest of our journey. Another day into the trip and the river started to run dry, grandpa was forced to carry the canoe, Nick and the supplies throught the shallow water, about 5 miles. Once we were in deep water again we started to make pretty good time. With both of us paddleing like little wind up toys we were able to out run the small band of indians that we came across near the 15th tee, try as they might to hit us with their little round white balls of death we were able to stay ahead of them. A few more bends in the river and we were down to our last bit of strenght, when we heard shouts from the shore. It was fellow Troop 104er's, They dashed into the water and pulled us ashore and provided us with nurishment. After a short rest and medical treatment we were put in a big wagon and sent home to mend.
Boy I sure hope I get to go with Nick next year when they do it again.
