bunch of idiots on a boat

...allow me to tell you of the 'famous seven', known for their excellent explorations, quick and skillful decisions, and harmonious natures...their noble characteristics had the fortunate occasion to be combined this past weekend, deep in the heart of a place called Muskoka...
..it was a bright and beautiful day when the Prices and the Whitakers joined forces to undertake an expedition to an island that had been spotted and coveted a day earlier...this would not just be any expedition, however, it was likely that unexpected adventures would spring up..
[the 'famous seven' consisted of the following people: Beth, Sarah, Naomi, & Jordan Whitaker, Hannah, Laura, and Matthew Price]..

..after a few frenzied moments of grabbing lifejackets, hauling canoes down to the water, and struggling to shove ourselves off, we settled down enough to begin the rowing...two of the boats were quite far out when it happened...[DUN DUN DUNNN] Hannah, Jordan, and I were in one canoe, happily paddling along, trying to avoid turning sideways because the water was furiously choppy that day, when all of a sudden a wave begin to tip the boat [SWUUOOPP] and over we went..Hannah and I were giggling and yelling when Jordan began to scream out of panic...the intensity of the moment was just too much for the 8 yr old...thankfully our klutzy bodies had been previously fitted with lifejackets, so there was no real danger...after thrashing about next to the boat for a bit while Hannah and Jordan floated off to shore, I was saved from using my guns to pull the boat back alone (thanks to Laura and Naomi)...I reached the shore, feeling a bit like a drowned rat, sneakers sloshing with every step, and clothes that held onto me like a leech...but like a true championess I was not dismayed...after a bit of drying by the fire, me and the others were ready to tackle the expedition again.. Hannah and Jordan chose to stay behind and this time we settled on taking the big boat, a thicker and sturdier choice...

...once again we set off, this time just five of us, perched on our seats (which weren't very comfortable) , and stroke-by-stroke we began to move...just when we began to think we were making very good headway, a speed boat pulled up alongside to ask if we were ok...suddenly the image of ourselves-- a bunch of idiots on this chilly, choppy day, trying to paddle our way out to a tiny island--came to mind and we all smiled sheepishly and assured the concerned couple that we were on an adventure...they offered to tow us to the island, assuming it was the nice big one with houses, but once we neared it, we instead pointed to the tiny island (even it can even be termed an island) and insisted that this was our real destination..with a bit of pulling and slipping, all five of us climbed onto our mini-paradise with our boat rope in hand...waving madly to the kind couple we saw them off to continue their journey..

..it was at this point we realized that the island was covered in prickly bushes and one had to jump from rock to rock to avoid spearing our feet...BUT, we had arrived and therefore did not blame the island for its difficulties..in fact there was a nice little crevice that provided a good toilet for two of us (we won't specify)...not all details should be shared and so we'll skip the poo-spearing part other than to name it...anyways, after about 5 mins we were ready to head back and after dragging the boat up one side of the island and sending laura and the boat sliding into the water down the other side, we felt quite ready to go..laura finally drifted back to us and we all clambered in, claiming seats...matt's beastly feet kept poking us but we handled it quite well..everyone lay down and when we sat back up we found that the wind had helped us drift away quite nicely...but it was back to work with the paddles...a chorus of voices began to shout, "STROKE, STROKE, TOMATOES (that was me), STROKE" etc...when we got close enough to our dock we all splashed our way to shore, soaking yet another change of clothes, to tell our adventure to the mums, hannah, and jordan...

...the rest of the day was quite hilarious due to the fact that the wind kept blowing the smoke from our fire back into the room, but we couldn't close the chilly windows because we needed the air to help us breathe...so amidst the perlious blue haze, we all huddled as close to the fire place as possible to avoid freezing from the outside air...the fire alarm kept going off and someone would groan and run down the hall to deliver us all from its hanus shrieking...
..so there's a story of the 'famous seven'...stay tuned for next time...