In a canoe with my mate
four days into the Canadian Shield (3000 some miles by 3000 some miles of equal parts of water, rock, forest and swamp) paddled against the current in three rivers, portaged across so many divides and around so many rapids we lost count, packing all our food, hoards of mosquitoes at night, you may get the picture; we come around a headland on a lake to find 2 Yualls (you might know them as Merkins) in a motorboat. "You all from round heya?" said the fatter one. "We just at the fly-in camp," said the less fat one.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 4:20, Reply)