From the Yellow River to the St. Croix

The canoe trip has come and gone.  It was not the length etc. that we had planned but many things went against us (as they do on the river).  I knew this was likely the last trip with my bark canoe as it was, in my mind, on its last leg.  In truth, it seems that it was actually on its last toe and far worse than I thought.  The bark has gone fragile, the gunwales are broken, spliced, and weak, and we loaded the old 15...