Paddleopolous

So here we go... a new mission has been presented to me and I will gladly step up.
If you have not heard of the Brent Run then this will be an eye opener to you.
It is an insane trek from southern Algonquin Park to the northern side and back... as fast as possible. It is about 150 kilometres with 34 portages. If that is not enough, we have heard that the fastest time is somewhere around 22 hours... now that is crazy!
A new friend of mine (Ryan Lutz) and I will embark on this crazy mission we have deemed 'Paddleopolous' sometime in late August and really fill a day off from work. The funny part will be returning to work the next day. I have been tired before, but I have a feeling I will resemble a zombie... zzzz.... what? We are not sure of a date yet but I we have decided to do it and so it must be done.
If you are into seeing this on a map, we will travel from canoe lake access point to cedar lake (Brent Store) where we will purchase something and then turn around and come back to the beginning. We have a few options and are still deciding which way will least kill us on this insanity. One thing that has been determined is that we need some sort of tune souce to get us through this... hmmm.
So wish me luck, wish Ryan luck, wish the poor suckas we will pass a goodnight, and hope that we don't meet up with any angry moose late at night.
I will write again about this later for sure.
Slater

Life in a Bubble

Honestly... sometimes I have brought myself to live in a bubble. Here I am living in the woods once again, surrounded by peeps I have never met before and it is still somehow exactly what I needed. Being away from large cities is needed in my life, also living on a lake is key. The ability to wake up and jump into the lake or go for a paddle is mind blowing compared to waking up to traffic, and having to wait for a bus just to get somewhere.
But here I am... and it is a bubble... as you might notice my posts are non existent for the last while and I am really losing touch with the world. Unfortunately, I am in need of my old world and am planning an escape out of the bubble. I can't say that I am busting it, but I should be able to maybe float on over somewhere else for a few days, with hopes to be with a very important part of my soul.
Camp is a crazy place, but I don't think I could really give it up ever in my life. It is a part of me and however hard I try to escape it, I find myself craving the long taxing hours and piles of good times. The peeps are always good and stories just flow from kids like milkshakes from those magical milkshake machines.
The bubble is thick but it can sometimes be cozy inside and if you look at it in the right light you can find yourself with an excellent tan.
Slater