Ticks, crowds, ticks, rough water, ticks, tough portages...and more ticks. The challenges you faced would intimidate and discourage me too. I would return home asking myself if it was all worth it. The morning after answer would be no. The week later answer would be yes.
At the last minute on Sunday we cancelled a week long canoe trip, so we could instead spend a staycation at home doing whatever. It's been a nice week relaxing and catching up on all kinds of homebody stuff, including some more work. On Tuesday I dropped in to see a customer and we talked. He and his adult daughter told me about their annual Dumoine River trips when they were both younger. "The black flies!! We were covered in bites, head to toe, every trip!!" After they'd both groaned about it for several minutes she quietly said "Those trips were wonderful. I miss them." Her dad smiled and nodded.
Please don't let difficult trips discourage you completely. Perhaps you can adapt rather than abandon something that is clearly in your bones, your sinew, your soul.
I've done a mountain of yard work this week, and put in my gardens. I feel good about that. I still have more to do. There always is. I just received in the mail today a campsite sign, the kind you see in backcountry parks. I was going to hang it on the family room wall, just as a reminder during those long winter nights what I have to look forward to. Miranda had a better idea. She said "Post it on one of the trees in the yard, next to the clearing with a small stack of firewood." dang. What a good idea.
At the last minute on Sunday we cancelled a week long canoe trip, so we could instead spend a staycation at home doing whatever. It's been a nice week relaxing and catching up on all kinds of homebody stuff, including some more work. On Tuesday I dropped in to see a customer and we talked. He and his adult daughter told me about their annual Dumoine River trips when they were both younger. "The black flies!! We were covered in bites, head to toe, every trip!!" After they'd both groaned about it for several minutes she quietly said "Those trips were wonderful. I miss them." Her dad smiled and nodded.
Please don't let difficult trips discourage you completely. Perhaps you can adapt rather than abandon something that is clearly in your bones, your sinew, your soul.
I've done a mountain of yard work this week, and put in my gardens. I feel good about that. I still have more to do. There always is. I just received in the mail today a campsite sign, the kind you see in backcountry parks. I was going to hang it on the family room wall, just as a reminder during those long winter nights what I have to look forward to. Miranda had a better idea. She said "Post it on one of the trees in the yard, next to the clearing with a small stack of firewood." dang. What a good idea.