Stormy Adventure

A Stormy Adventure

Jenny Morehouse



      It was a clear, blue-sky day as my cabin group and our counselors set off from Squam Lake for a canoe trip on the Androscoggin River in New Hampshire. The plan was that we were going to paddle around two smaller islands and stop at a third island for a late lunch and an overnight camping trip. Every one was excited as we packed our duffels and piled them high into the back of the van while the counselors made sure that the canoes, paddles and food was stored safely on the trailer.
On the road to the river, we were happy to leave Camp for the overnight trip. It had been over two weeks since our last trip away from the camp for a hiking trip to the top of Mt. Washington and we were happy to see the mountains and wide open roads again. As Camp tradition calls for, each time we pass another camp, we would sing the required Camp songs and insert the rival camp into the verses. Before we knew it, we were at the drop off point on the riverbank. Seeing the clear water rushing past us, energized our group after a long van ride and we quickly organized, unpacked our gear, and partnered up with the canoes as we hurried to enter the river.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh was the sound their sleek paddles made as they worked against the currents and navigated the shallow rock beds. Some girls saw huge fish swimming along side of their canoes and they quickly moved their paddles as if to shoo them away from their canoes. Other girls heard the beautiful call of the loons in the small eddies on the side of the river. The sun was starting to heat up and we were happy to feel the warmth of the sun on our heads and shoulders with the coolness of the water splashing up the side of our paddles and spraying our legs.
Our group made it to the first island in what seemed like no time at all. We quickly got out and pulled the canoes up on the...