After setting up camp we went down to the lake to set up the hammock so Erin could take a nap while I tried to fly-fish in a tropical storm. While I was looking for the two trees of ideal separation for hammocking, Erin was alert enough to notice that the boat was no longer where we left it.
I started running down the shoreline, knowing very well that the most likely stopping place of the canoe in the now 30mph wind was at least back at the car where we started, if not further down valley. As I was turning around to tell Erin that I would be back to camp in July some nice people yelled from down the shoreline that they had intercepted an unmanned, quickly moving canoe. I was greatful.
I did get a few minutes of sort-of calm to fish after the 75+mph winds.
But it took a lot out of her (that and her staying up all night defending us from every grizzly bear and squirrel in a 10-mile radius).
All in all it was fun. Windy. But fun.