On the road again...

Okay so as I sit in this empty library because the rain is drizzling and the wind is horrindous (sp), I know I don't want to go back to the crowded barracks of Beige building #484. So since I only have 20 minutes left, I will write as much as I can...Back to the Boundary Waters...let's see I remember when it was the second full day of canoeing and I was attempting half-heartedly to steer down the Moose River. I was getting very frustrated ( I promise I am not an angry person) at my older and in her opionion much wiser, sister Ingrid. In my eyes, I was doing the best I could, steering, not breaking, and finally after many complaints, capturing the beauty of the surrounding scenary with my digital camera. Unfortantuly (sp) for me and the those inside the Portaging Princess, the Moose River is not very wide and after I would zoom my camera in two degrees and back out three to capture the "perfect" picture, the intersecting tip of the canoe would glide itself directly into a unforeseen clump of snake grass and a swarm of mosiquitos, knats, and black flies. The correction was simple, grab the oar and push forcibly off the dirt clump holding the obstruction together. The yelling that resulted because of the misguidance, however, was not so easy. A quick push wouldn't solve this problem. Instead my sister and I argued over who was in wrong. Although I would never admit it to my sister's face at the time nor to this day, she may not just be the oldest, but the latter that was mentioned above as well. I told you I'd never say it...