A Miserable Day in Yellowstone!
A Test of Endurance
Bear Charges Trail Riders
Brother No.1 Takes a Hike
Camping,Boating and Bears!Part I
Camping,Boating, and Bears! Part II
Cooking School with M
Dust, Dips, and Bear Tracks
Family Forestry Expo
Grinnell Glacier Hike
Hoar, Ghosts, and Pits!
Lost on Father's Day?
M&E:Kids in the City!
Marmot Mountain Fun and Terror!
Mystery in the Rain Forest
Shuttle Bus Adventure
Snowshoe Fun on Winter Trails Day!
The Big Fair!
The Blood Red Moon
The Great Goldfish Adventure
The Swan Rangers and the 79 Switchbacks!
The Tough Trail
Ticks, Elk, Buffalo, and More!
Too Much to Bear
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had been hinting about renting canoes. She mentioned it again the
day after our hike to Grinnell Glacier. Little did she know that Dad
had planned to surprise us with an hour of canoeing on
Lake. When we went to the dock to get in our canoes, I was very
nervous. Dad and E sat down carefully in their canoe, E in the
front, Dad in the back. I wondered if this canoeing adventure would
take someoneís life. The first thing E did in the canoe was bump
into the rocky shoreline. With my nerves going crazy, I stepped into
the red canoe and got a paddle. Rowing was easier than I had
expected and the likelihood of flipping over seemed less. Dad and E
had already departed far into Swiftcurrent Lake. Mom and I started
rowing and my arms were hurting by the first 5 minutes of paddling.
Mom showed me the technique and soon I was sailing through the
blue-green water. There was a breeze blowing and I enjoyed drifting
to feel the canoe rocking in the waves.
Mom casually took pictures as I noticed that Dad and E were
towards a dangerous stream, or so I thought. Furious, I paddled
towards the apparent daredevils. Realizing they hadnít gone near the
stream, we continued to paddle in their direction. Upon reaching
them, I saw that a collision was about to occur between the two
canoes. We were headed in a deadly course towards each other. From
the looks of it, no one else seemed concerned. I yelled and
screamed, tossed my paddle aside and prepared for the crash.
Luckily we were only side swiped and Mom grabbed my paddle out of
the shallow water. Everyone thought that I was pretty funny
overreacting and throwing away my paddle. Dad explained the
expression how I would be up the creek without a paddle. He also
commented on how deftly Mom swiped it up, as she knew that a lost
paddle would cost her $20.00. Mom and I continued canoeing around
the wind swept lake. At one point the excursion boat passed us and
the wake tossed us towards the rocky shoreline. The stiff breeze and
the waves made it difficult to steer. The rowing was treacherous and
nearly impossible. I yelled for help, saying SOS and SOC (save our
canoe.) Amazingly, we made it to the dock. Our time was up and our
thrilling canoe ride was over.