Oh, my battered body. I went canoeing with a couple of friends yesterday and I feel like I was beaten with a baseball bat from head to toe. The paddling wasn't all that strenuous; it was really a nice trip. There was a lot of wind, but most of the time it was at our backs. The problem was hauling our canoe around everywhere. Our canoe weighs over 3 million pounds and we had to haul it up from the lakeshore onto the top of my Explorer, then we had to take it down and it drag it into the water. At one point we had to portage up and over a bank and down the other side, but we got out at the wrong place so we had to do it twice!! Then we had to pull it out of the water and put it up on the car again. Then on the way home I had to stop twice to retie the ropes because we did such a shi**y job that it was falling off and finally I gave up and opened the sunroof and held onto the canoe while driving 20 mph the rest of the way home.
Anyone want to come canoeing with me next weekend?
Kiwi