two maps

We had two maps. Like most everything they were in zip-lock bags.
They were different which became a very funny thing. We drove by the
lake access knowing so from the milage on the directions. We drove
right to the lake and the dock. Unloading the gear onto the ground
and the canoe into the water. We changed into our camping clothes. A
few last stuffings into the two bags and then Peet parked the car.
The lake was calm. Not un-waved but calm. It stretched out from the
dock. I do not recall thinking about the sky so much as the water.
Mid October. Winter could come or not in a moment. I was afraid.
Afraid of getting cold and uncomfortable. About not being prepared.
He had done the preparation. I was lucky for that. I had spent the
night before in Savers searching for a wool sweater, hat and socks.
I found a sweater but the socks turned out to be nylon. I did not
find a hat. I had to swing by Caplin's on Lake to complete the
ensemble. It turns out I did not have to wear the hat. I wore it
later during the barebones and suspected that it night not be wool. I
sat in the bow. We set out across the lake. We aimed out on Farm Lake
for the small island that we wanted to go just south of to get to the
North Kawishiwi River which would take us to our first portage to
Clear Lake, then on to Eskwagama Lake. The map in my zip-lock did not
have our put in point.