Having just returned from a week's
canoe tripping in Canada's Algonquin Park, I'd like to tell you about my
Some of us had nicknames already, or received
them while on the trip:
Bob: was our "leader on water".
In Scouts Canada lingo, he has his water charge certificate, and is therefore
"in charge" when we're on the water. He was also the transporter
of canoes, because he has a truck and we don't.
Rex: earned his nickname on
the trip up in the car. You see, Rex spent about half the trip with
his head out the window, grinning at people, and trying to make them wave
back at him.
Garfield: earned his nickname
about halfway through our trip. Garfield was always one of the last
up in the morning, and tended to nap a lot in the afternoon.
Hoover: earned his nickname
the first time we took him to camp. For breakfast that Saturday in
October, he ate most of a loaf of bread, four slices at a time, carefully
spreading each with peanut butter or jam. (We ended up making a trip
into town for more bread that afternoon.) I'm sure it was difficult
for him to limit himself to the same amount of food that everyone else
was eating on the canoe trip.
Medic: earned his nickname
last year, when over various occasions he gashed open his forehead, and
cut his hand while closing his knife. Ironically, Medic didn't hurt
himself at all during the canoe trip, but by then the nickname was in place.
We're still looking for nicknames for the
Frank: is Garfield's father.
Poor man, Rex rode in his car! This was his first canoe trip, but
he kept up with the rest of us, and had innovative solutions to our dish-washing
Daryn: was "in charge" on land.
Kept a look-out for bears and moose, of which we saw neither. Lost
his vitamins to a pack of raccoons on the last night in camp...
Me: I have yet to have been
given a nickname that sticks. They tried calling me "Hop" after a
night of bowling (maybe that'll be another story!), and Hoover tried naming
me Fire Bat after my pyromaniacal
tendencies at camp, but mostly they just call me Angela.
So, there you have it. Seven males
and one female survived a week together in the wilderness.
Click here to read, "Paddling in Algonquin, Day 1"