Camp was interesting last night. One half was a group of Kayakers and the other half were from who knows where! The "who know where" group were smoking, drinking and swearing all night. So I migrated over toward the Kayakers for some conversation. The Kayakers were from Pennsylvania and come up here annually to shoot the Salmon River.
The one good joke told among the group. "What is the difference between a canoer from the states and a canoer from Canada? Canadians know how to make love in a canoe!"
Today is starting of fine the 1st 20miles have brought me into Oswego. The site of a major battle of 1812. We lost- they won.
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