By Scott Anderson
Starting on a entrance porch in Duluth, Minnesota, and finishing 3 months later in Hudson Bay, writer Scott Anderson took each canoeist's dream journey. packed with humor, mis-adventure, and final luck, far-off Fires is a must-read for a person who has ever picked up a paddle. An American Library organization top publication for teens
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Soaked to the skin and exhausted, we pulled the canoe onto the open lake and loaded it. The sky was clear and the sun was beginning to set over the high cliffs and green pines of the South Fowl. We were finally free to paddle on the lakes. It felt as if we'd come home. 30 H E I G H T O ' LA N D Tomorrow we would have beautiful paddling. But, now, all I could think of was a fire and dry clothing. On the first of June we crossed the Laurentian Divide, that point of the continent where the waters begin flowing toward the great rivers, lakes and ocean of the north.
It was growing late and our first thought was of finding a place to camp for the night. We pulled the canoe and our gear out of the water and asked some folks about a place to camp. They wouldn't hear of it. A man 17 D I S T A N T F I R E S stepped out of the crowd and offered his hand. "My name's Dean Gulden," he said. " Before leaving for Dean's house we accepted Roy Steinbrecker's gracious offer of dinner at his Pierre's Pizza restaurant. We ordered the voyageur pizza with everything. It was the name.
I added what was left of the dried peas and millet. As if overcome by an irresistible force, I grabbed a couple of packs of chicken noodle soup and tossed them into the brew. When I reached for the lentils and curry powder I knew that I was no longer controlling my own actions. Grabbing for the remaining pancake mix and pouring it into the pot, I called out to Steve for help. But he was already back in the woods, too far to hear my hysterical cries. By the time Steve returned I had gained control and was beginning to think clearly.