I'm off for the annual canoe trip! I'll be mildy drunk, moderately stoned and excessively wet( rain forecasted all weekend ). At least there will be a smile strung across my face. Until Sunday night,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Ah, the canoe! What a marvelous way to travel. I think I like it so much because while I was gestating in my mother's womb she and my father spent a summer working up in Gunflint Lake in the Minnesota/Canadian boundary waters. We also spent several summers up there until I turned 7 or so. We visited again this last summer. It's such a blissfull place, and the canoe is an essential part of that bliss. I mean, you can take a motorboat to get from place to place, but in a canoe you're so much closer to the water. And it seems like you've really gone somewhere when you move yourself with your own arms and shoulders. It's quiet, just you, the water, the paddle, and your dad in back bickering at you for paddling wrong. What could be better? :-)

salma hayek in back bickering about paddling wrong?

I wish! If she was in the back of my canoe she could bicker about anything she damn well pleased...