Forked Lake offered
the father-daughter
drifters unbelievably
great weather, companionship and
the best eats on the water!
| G-WeB Introduces... (Forked Lake, NY - 7/05) |
It was "a" and her school chum, The Girl Who Shall Remain Nameless, who had been plotting some type of sojourn into the backcountry since last summer. At first, there was the plea for a backpacking trip into the High Peaks Region for six, beautiful sixteen year old girls. When "a's" dad, "g", caught wind of their plan to put unsupervised raging hormones into the great out-of-doors, he put the ol' door-slammin' crash on the idea. Not easily thwarted from what she wanted, "a" cleverly (but, unsuccessfully) tried to reconfigure the group's composition into a coed trip. "After all," she would argue, "with boys as our protectors you wouldn't have anything to worry about!" (Good grief.)
It was early in the spring of '05 when "g" implemented his daughter's idea for a father-daughter canoe trip in July. They would paddle Forked Lake (NY) with The Girl Who Shall Remain Nameless (TGWSRN) and her father, Mr. (to you) Swiss Cheese.
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hundereds of | Forked Lake: The father's were a little skeptical about this trip. Mr. SC hadn't set up a tent in 10 years, and "g" was surprised to find (after 3-years) his suspended canoe in the garage to be filled with huge wasp, bird and squirrel nests! | Shoving Off: Mr. SC and TGWSRN manage to load 700-lbs of gear and hair rollers into their 16-ft. Discovery without tipping over. | "a"
turns around to find her father fast asleep... his oar floating about 50-yds behind them. "Just like his father," she murmered. |
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Girl Who Shall Remain Nameless (r.) becomes overwhelmed with joy when a forest ranger delivers urgent mail from G-WeB Headquarters (Trail Name Dept.). "It's what I really wanted!" she exclaimed, "My own trail name just like Slammin' Sarah!" | The
girls set up their tent lickety-split like. The fathers? Well... when "g" saw the hodge podged array of tent poles, tents, flies and rope Mr. SC pulled from a rubberized duffel the size of couch, he almost fell to the ground in tears. After splinting two broken tent poles with tooth brushes, one long salami, and duct tape... both tents were standing after 1-1/2 hours! | Candy splurges
became an hourly tradition for the girls as they feverishly digested chapters from their respective copies of Harry Potter... and the Half-Blood Prince. | Just
as dusk settled in, the girls returned from a quick paddle and short drive into Long Lake Village for s'more fixin's. Before returning to camp, they had already conspired a return to the village to check-out some teenage boy-geeks. |
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had a late lunch at Indian Lake, dinner was fashionably late. "g" served-up shrimp with cocktail sauce as an appetizer, BBQed steak and chicken, steamed broccoli and rice pilaf. | Mr. (to
you) Swiss Cheese takes a cholesterol break from the mounds of swiss cheese he'd consumed all day. To call his affair with the hunk-of-dairy an obsession would be an understatement. |
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