The Paddleopoulus Experience

Well where to start...
We started the day working at camp and doing everything as normal as the day before. Planning to leave camp at 5:00 and rush our way up to Algonquin as soon as possible. The bell struck five and we were off after collecting a few important ingredients (Reburn's and Vic's ipods... props). The sporty volvo station wagon zoomed its way northward and our journey had begun. As we drove we pounded some food including some Subway and an ensure shake (which I now loath) to give us the energy that we would obviously require.
Once there we grabbed our two small backpacks, paddles and made our way over to where we were renting our canoe. Now this was no ordinary canoe, I pre-ordered (without seeing it) a yellow ultra light kevlar boat that at first glance looked like I could break it over my knee. It was somewhat see through, which we were quite amazed about later as the water underneath us put us into a sort of a trance.
Throwing ourselves into the boat we took off and gave one last look behind us, both of us hoping to see this same dock as soon as possible. Our route was simple... start at the Canoe lake access point and travel to the Brent store on Cedar lake and then back, as fast as we can.
This trek has been known as the Brent run in the past and has probably been called many other names... we decided on Paddleopoulus.
The total distance covered is something close to 150 kilometres including about 34 portages and many a push through in shallow areas.
In the first few hours we flew along. There was hardly even a breeze and the sunset alone could have inspired us to keep moving.
short amounts of time.... work in progress...