The Little Osippee

Kevin and I were traveling in Maine, years ago.  We found a place that rented canoes.  We thought we would give it a try.  The river was called The Little Ossipee.  Well, when the man who rented the canoes took us to the river, we were shocked--there was nothing little about this river!  We had never canoed on such a river, before.

The man said he would pick us up down stream in about an hour and a half.  He described the place he would be waiting for us.  We happily left on our trip.  It was a pretty river.  The wind was at our backs, so with the current, we barely needed to paddle.

At the correct time, we started looking for the man--but we couldn't find anything he described.  We started to get worried.  Before we knew it, we reached a dam--this wasn't right!  Panic!

We turned the canoe around and headed back upstream.  Remember when I told you the wind was behind our backs?  Well, now we were paddling upstream--into the wind--paddling frantically.  We finally found our friend waving from the bank of the river.

Remember when I said we had the wind at our back?  That was the problem.  The current was fast that day and the wind gave us a big push, too.  We passed our meeting place a half hour early--when we weren't even looking for it.  We were so happy to get out of that canoe!  Now, we laugh about it, but we were very worried at the time.