From the Campsite to the Boat Launch, What an Hour in a Canoe Taught Me About Life.
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This past summer I was fortunate enough to attend the bachelor party for my future brother-in-law. He requested a canoe/camping trip which we provided with a weekend stay on Cold Lake in Ontario, Canada. We enjoyed a relaxing day of swimming, fishing, frisbee, sitting around a fire, making food, and perhaps enjoying a cold beverage or two. The next morning my brother and I headed out earlier than the rest of the group. Using a map, we knew our path to head back - leave Cold Lake, go through Gold Lake, back through the Catchacoma Narrows, to our eventual destination, the boat ramp near the opening of Lake Catchacoma. As we canoed that early morning we were a little tired having stayed up later than usual, the sky was overcast with rain coming at some point that day, and we had roughly an hour canoe ride ahead of us. The picture I am trying to paint here is that we were quiet, in subdued moods, listening to the stillness of early mornings on the lake which opened up the best time for reflective thinking. I had been toying with the idea that sports can be viewed as a microcosm of life and we started to talk about the parallels between life and canoeing. Some of the parallels we discuss are below.
From the Campsite to the Boat Launch, What an Hour in a Canoe Taught Me About Life.
From the Campsite to the Boat Launch, What an…
From the Campsite to the Boat Launch, What an Hour in a Canoe Taught Me About Life.
This past summer I was fortunate enough to attend the bachelor party for my future brother-in-law. He requested a canoe/camping trip which we provided with a weekend stay on Cold Lake in Ontario, Canada. We enjoyed a relaxing day of swimming, fishing, frisbee, sitting around a fire, making food, and perhaps enjoying a cold beverage or two. The next morning my brother and I headed out earlier than the rest of the group. Using a map, we knew our path to head back - leave Cold Lake, go through Gold Lake, back through the Catchacoma Narrows, to our eventual destination, the boat ramp near the opening of Lake Catchacoma. As we canoed that early morning we were a little tired having stayed up later than usual, the sky was overcast with rain coming at some point that day, and we had roughly an hour canoe ride ahead of us. The picture I am trying to paint here is that we were quiet, in subdued moods, listening to the stillness of early mornings on the lake which opened up the best time for reflective thinking. I had been toying with the idea that sports can be viewed as a microcosm of life and we started to talk about the parallels between life and canoeing. Some of the parallels we discuss are below.