I wanted to go to Algonquin Park but my dad couldn't. All I did was badger him about it constantly. We had this sleek red canoe. My dad come up with the idea that we should take it down to Rowntree Mills Park, put it in the water and head to Lake Ontario. So early that morning, he drove down there, parked the car at the lake, and then took the bus back up. We slurped a raw egg for fortification and portaged the canoe down to the park. Little brother Johnny was with us too. It was hell. Most of the Humber is less than five inches deep, with countless little mini-dams. We ended up walking, dragging the canoe down the river. The only time it got to real paddling was right at the end, near midnight. It was interesting though - worth doing.

-- This Watermark was taken from the article "My Humber" in the June/July 2018 Issue of West End Phoenix