On Monday you left me rocking gently on the waves of Georgian Bay, out of gas and unable to help myself or my passenger, thanks a lot!
Okay, I know it wasn’t your fault, I know exactly whose fault it was, it was mine!
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I was angry with myself and upset with the situation. I sat staring at the gas gauge, willing it to rise from the depths of the red zone. It mocked me. Finally I looked up. My boating companion, a veteran of the bay, was sitting quietly and smiling. “We’re on an adventure.” she said. View full article »




