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ifty
years ago, or thereabouts, before girlfriends,
high school graduation, college, family, career
and now retirement, we assembled
with others from our suburban
hometown in planning and experiencing our first
Canadian canoe trip.
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In
1953, after being together in kindergarten, grade
school, neighbourhood play and first jobs, we reach the
summer following our high school sophomore year with the
opportunity to join six other kids and two leaders for a
ten-day YMCA-sponsored trip.
We
consider this now to have been the most memorable
adventure in our young lives.
Getting
ready
Once
our mothers received assurances we would return unharmed
and after we arranged financing for the $75 expense, our
attention focused on gathering necessary gear. Universal
attire back then, as it might be today, meant blue
jeans, flannel shirts, baseball caps and canvas
sneakers. However, rubber ponchos and other personal
items had to be rolled precisely in non-waterproof
sleeping bags, which were then wrapped in a plain
plastic sheet and tied with two cords. Everyday items
preceded breathable, waterproof equipment and plastic
trash bags.
Fishing
gear included, typically, a 5-and-a-half-foot long
fiberglass rod (one of the first), a level-wind reel
with 25-lb. test braided black line, a heavy steel
leader, and the always-reliable red and white daredevil
lure. While this is not new millennium fishing tackle,
the combination proved more than adequate for
catch-and-release fun. Heavy camping and traveling
equipment, however, awaited us in Canada.
The
Road Trip
Excitement
permeated the air when twelve kids and leaders loaded
themselves and their belongings into a Plymouth
“Woody” station wagon and another vehicle. U.S.
Highway 12 led us north through interesting sounding
places like Elkhorn, Whitewater and Black River Falls.
We believed these names to be indicative of future
outdoor experiences.
After
reaching Minnesota, we spent the night in a YMCA on the
shore of Lake Superior. There the sidewalk rose, to the
surprise of us flatlanders, at a very steep slope. By
now we realized that only and iron range and a border
crossing separated us from Canadian wilderness that
remained the main source of mystery for us. Before we
could live those mental images, we needed to visit and
gather supplies from a Fort Frances, Ontario, outfitter
At
the Outfitter
“Lloyd’s
Tourist Emporium-Canoes, Blankets, Tents, Indian Guides,
Provisions” no longer provides goods and services for
travelers, but many from that area remember it well
today. Guidance from Lloyd’s employee proved
instrumental in preparing this group of novices for
water and wilderness. While one leader had been on this
trip years earlier, without the outfitter’s advice we
might still have found ourselves under-equipped for what
lay ahead.
Those
who were qualified decided we would travel in four
bright red “freighter” canoes made of wood and
canvas. To many of us these water
vessels resembled those used in the Lewis and Clark
expedition! Today’s canoes are far shorter and
lighter.
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