On our return, I was too bloated from my chocolate fudge Blizzard to run back to the campsite. But that's just as well. The adventures of the past weeks had given us plenty to ponder on that cool Alberta night. Had our voyage marked the beginning in a new era in terrestrial transportation for canoeists? Had we opened the floodgates to a whole new world of nautical fun for cyclists? Only time would tell. For my part, I was just hoping Gary wasn't looking to raise the bar on our next trip with a larger boat. As we turned the corner into the campground, a cold chill washed over me. There, on dry docks in the field, sat an old houseboat. A bright red "For Sale" sign hung prominently over the hull.
by Brent Curry
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