Now this is goin back some, let's see, it'd be the summer vacation in 64, yep, that's right, 1964. Father Hennessey promised the 12th grade speech class that we'd all go on a portage in the boundary waters for a month. As you can imagine, not everyone was able to go but eleven of us were, surprisingly even a couple of the "chicks" got to go (we did have a female chaperone). Ok, back to the story, we outfitted out of Ely, since my families name is well known in those parts, we got a deal on everything. My uncle came over from Red Lake and my cousin from the Dokis Reserve in Ontario came down to "visit" as well. There's an old saying, you can never have to many Indians to stir the pot :-) Long story short, we had a ball, instead of a whole month, we lasted 2 and a half weeks. Most of us weren't smart enough to get conditioned for paddling and portaging, me included, but it was a great time. We fished, took a bunch of pictures with those old instamatic type camera's ( I think the film was called 110 or something or other). When we get together, those of us who're left, at reunions and all, this trip is always the highlight of the conversation. Guess you could say this was our "Daytona Florida" spring fling.