When most people go for a weekend of camping, they usually picture sitting around a campfire with loved ones, toasting marshmallows and taking in all of the sights that nature has to offer.
However, on one recent camping trip, I had more than my fair share of nature just in one day than most people have after a week of camping.
Every summer for the past fifty years, my relatives from across New England meet up at a summer cottage along the coast of Maine. It's a tradition that everyone looks forward to all year, and it’s a great way to catch up with relatives while enjoying a weekend of camping, hiking and canoeing.
One day, I decided to go canoeing by myself for a couple of hours to enjoy the ocean scenery. However, they don't call it the rocky coast of Maine for nothing! As I was pulling my canoe up on a little island to eat some lunch, I accidentally dragged it over some jagged rocks, with then punctured the bottom of my flimsy canoe. Realizing that if I tried to go back out on the water I would capsize, I was forced to spend the afternoon waiting for help on an "island" no bigger than a small house.
Help eventually came - but it wasn't until after six that my relatives had figured that something must be wrong and came out after me.
I had left for my canoe trip at ten in the morning.
So much for family love!
Stranded all day on an "Island"
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