The Cliffs of Kekekabic, Part Five: The Winds of Kekekabic

December 1, 2006

“Switch!” Rosie yelled from the bow. I switched sides and dug in with my paddle against the fierce wind that was blowing relentlessly down Kekekabic Lake, making forward progress seemingly impossible and whipping up whitecaps that tossed our canoe around like a toy boat in some sadistic child’s bathtub. The muscles in my shoulders were [...]

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The Cliffs of Kekekabic, Part Four: Day of Rest

November 13, 2006

It was Monday. Not a bad day for a layover day in canoe country. Thoughts of what was going on around my workplace barely entered my mind. Today would be the only day we would not have to break camp and set up camp during the trip. We had a nice site with lots of [...]

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The Cliffs of Kekekabic, Part Three: Blowdown and Beyond

November 2, 2006

We were up at dawn. The morning light was metallic on the water and it was very quiet. The day had been planned as one of our biggest days in terms of miles to travel and, as a result of the previous day’s wind, we had even further to go than originally intended. We would [...]

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The Cliffs of Kekekabic, Part Two: Impediments and Improvisation

October 11, 2006

When we woke up in the morning, it was not the 70 degrees and sunny Rosie had hoped for as we fell asleep the night before, but it also wasn’t raining (as it had off-and-on during the night) and we were content just to be able to make and eat our breakfast on a fine [...]

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The Cliffs of Kekekabic, Part One: Commencement

October 3, 2006

The sound of the boat motor quickly faded into nothing and Rosie and I were finally surrounded by the silence of canoe country. A silence of wind rushing through pines, of water lapping against rock. Of little else.
We were standing at the end of Indian Portage, a five rod carry from Sucker Lake, in a [...]

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The Cliffs of Kekekabic, Prologue: From Planning to the First Portage

October 2, 2006

It began with the dates, the recognition of a week-long window in a busy fall schedule. It would be later in the season than Rosie and I had gone before, opening up possibilities of seeing normally busy areas in a quieter time and a beautiful piece of woods near the height of fall colors, but [...]

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