The current pulled us gently down the stream, bumping over every small wave on the way as they quietly crashed against the front and sides of the canoe. I looked back at John, allowing my oar to go limp for a moment while he kept us in the proper direction. I smiled at him and he returned a smile, but he had a look of concentration on his face as he continued to steer our canoe. The sun was warm, which was fortunate seeing as how the mist that spat up every so often from the water was bitterly cold. I thought that wearing three-quarter length sleeves would be fine, but I wished I had worn a sweater instead. I didn't want to complain though because the weather was absolutely beautiful for this time of year.
Jannie and Freddy were in the second canoe and they were easily a good forty feet a
