Went up to Paul Lake today for some canoeing. The park was packed to be sure, and the water was a little choppy. For the better part of an hour or two, we were the only ones on the water. I guess everybody else was scared of the wind and overcast, but sure enough it cleared up like we predicted, and it was a mad rush back to shore.
The wind was gusting up pretty strong pushing us back across the lake, away from the launch and Morris. Paddling back was tricky to say the least. It was hard as fuck, but so are we. Numerous people enjoyed the amusing sight of the car, and some little kids were ecstatic at the sight of a race car.
Because of how haphazardly the canoe was affixed to Morris, at various times one of us would not be able to open our door, and had to enter and exit the vehicle like the Duke boys. For some reason the door that couldn't open always seemed to be selected by fate, for whoever would find it the most inconvenient at the time.
Bunch of pics of the adventure in the Book of Morris, of course. But here are some ones I like:
-steve