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Welcome to the Campfire! |
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The tales are there
The tales are there
On heath and hill,
Up granite stair
Down
alder rill.
You won't find them
In a book,
But
round a fire
In forest nook.
The paths converge
Mother and child,
On grassy verge
In meadow wild.
Come sit by my campfire,
Rest your weary bones.
Tell us all a
tale
In your learned tones.
Nanook of the Nashwaak
Reach out and
touch a rock |
Hey, it's been a gorgeous day on the river, we've come this far safe, sound
and happy once again. Biff, that old pyromaniac, has got a roaring fire ablaze.
Let's everybody get fixed up with a nice cool drink, and draw near for some of
those tall tales we all like to spin around the campfire.
- Sue, you've been telling stories all day. Tell us the one about the moose
you and Everette met up on the Miramichi meadows. We've heard it before, but
you tell it so well, we want to hear it again.
- Okay, Sue, that was good, but I still want to hear about the time you
almost partied with the Maple Grove gang up
by Little Louie on the Miramichi.
- Even the Miramichi runs out of rapids down past where Falls Brook comes
in. It's a long flat haul, but there are ways to beat the boredom down to
Boiestown.
- Biff, you're sitting there humming "Islands in the Stream".
Sounds to me there's a tale there somewhere...
- Léonel, you've promised to jog our memories about the lumberjacks who
worked New Brunswick's rivers not so long ago. This is a bittersweet tale
about the Barnaby
River....
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Scooter and I relax fireside by the East Penobscot, Maine |
- Carm, every time someone mentions the Tobique, you start to shiver. Why is
that? Tell us a tale
when your teeth stop chattering...
- Meathead may be gone, but I still lick my lips when I remember his Cains River
chili.
- Tracy, you've been paddling a long time, but you still love to tell about
your first paddling trip on the Magaguadavic…
- How old were you when you went on your first canoe trip? Tracy, his wife,
and their new baby visit beavers and a whitetail deer on Lyons Stream…
- The Nepisiguit River is deep and wide, perfect for a game of "Ramming Speed"
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Biff and Nanook at the junction of the Don and the Dee, Tobique River, 1993 |
- Booty ... One
man's tragic loss is another man's treasure.
- Poling upstream
is the essence of expedition canoeing, and for Scooter, it is a way ... in the
spiritual sense.
- Dino runs the St.
Croix in high water, and everybody gets wet. Hey, where's our car with all
the dry gear?
- This is a sad
story about an innocent young maiden in rural New Brunswick who was
traumatized, perhaps forever, by a group of canoeists.
- The Good Ole Boys have helped me out of a spot in the woods several times, and I'm beholden to them.
- Pete, I hear you and your buddies took a close look at the falls on the Eel and decided to run the rapids in the canyon just below the main drop. Tell us how you made out!
- Mitchell, you and Alicia went for a trip on the upper Nashwaak after several days of heavy rain. How did you make out?
- Sometimes the actions of your paddling buddies put you in a very awkward spot. Not to mention downright dangerous. Here's a tale of getting caught in a sweeper.
- Sometimes the most memorable moments of a canoe trip don't happen on the water. Like the saying goes, getting there can be half the fun .. or more than half the fright.
If you, gentle surfer, have a tale to tell, come on in to the campfire. We'll
listen.
