My parents met at a dance. Unremarkable as that may seem, the reason they
actually began talking was that both seemed to have an unatural
love of Old Town wood canoes.
In late 1959 they were married, an event to which I owe my very existence,
and set off on their honeymoon. The trip was as unconventional
(for the time) as the spark that had put them together in
the first place.They camped across Canada and the United States.
