The CT River Canoeing Trip, Part 6


“Dammit! The maps just slipped right out of my hands.”

“That’s OK, we’ll find a spot, let’s just keep going,” I said, "Besides, we still have the large maps in the map case. We can look at those when we get to a campsite."

We paddled on for a little while and I noticed a little blue sign with a picture of a tent and a pine tree on it. I remember seeing a picture of that in the guidebook.

Todd saw it too, “Look, there’s one of those signs for the campsite. Let’s stop there.”

We beached the canoe, and explored the site. The sign said that we were on Howard’s Island. I don’t know who Howard is, but I like that he has his own island, and he’s cool enough to let us stay there.



We hauled our wet gear over to the fire ring. Luckily Todd had the foresight to pack us each an outfit in a dry bag. So at least we had something dry to wear. Todd MacGuyvered up a clothesline for us, and I spread out our remaining wet clothes, while Todd started the fire. This is me, looking H-O-T in my super fab sweatpants and bandana by Todd's impressive clothesline. What am I doing? Am I actually watching the clothes dry?


Magically our sleeping bags didn’t get wet. We were so happy to have dry bedding to sleep in. We put up the tent and laid out our bags.

We contemplated dinner, when I asked Todd “Where are the dogs?”


To be continued.