Canoe Trip by David Richard Beasley

The adventures that two brothers have when canoeing down a Canadian river bring them closer.

Canoe trip

Tim persuades his big brother Chuck to go on a canoe trip down the Saugeen River in Ontario. They have to paddle through rapids and overcome the dangers of the river. In the forest and in the towns along the way they have many great adventures. Whether they are chased by moose, trapped by bears, harried by steers, mistakenly jailed, frustrated by big yachts and a madman in a motorboat, overturned in dangerous rapids. or entranced by the stories of a hunter and an Indian chief, the boys cannot be deterred from their goal of pursuing the river to its mouth. They learn to appreciate nature and to love the wild animals who live around them. And they cherish the friendships they make along the way. Through it all, despite disagreements, they learn to respect each other and grow closer as brothers and friends.

Genre: FICTION / Sports

Language: English

Keywords: young adult, canoe, canoeing, Canada, teens

Word Count: ca 38000

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Reissued once.


Sample text:

To enter rapids we picked the place with the longest V-shape. The
water flowing back from the first phalanx of rocks formed these “V’s”. By
paddling to the tip of the “V” we were well into the rapids and able to see
what rocks lay about us and how best to avoid them. Chuck depended on
me to shout out which way to turn when he could not see the rocks from
the stern.
“Left!” I shouted.
He turned his paddle. We just grazed a boulder.
“Right!”
He paddled furiously so that we swished by another boulder. There
was no longer fear of grounding, just the expectation of crashing into a
boulder, breaking the canoe in two, and being wracked between the boul-
ders by the force of the current.
Occasionally, Chuck got angry with me for calling out too late; at
those times we missed an upset through sheer luck. The boulders were
very hard to see. Often the water rippled as if over a rock when it was
merely an effect of the currents.
I turned to point out a rock to the left of the bow. Chuck switched his
paddle to the other side to steer us clear.
“Look out!” I hollered.
The next thing I knew we were lifted out of the water, bounced to the
left and tipped in the rapids. I bruised my arm and leg against a rock.
Unable to see a thing in the rushing water, I groped about me, floated into
calmer water, and swam for shore. Chuck was swimming just ahead of
me. He drew himself onto the bank and lay pantin

 


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