Coldness slowly seeping into our few remaining dry spots, we had no choice but to beach our dory, but where?  We had been this way before, but never with the little ones. There were a few old camp sites but over rough terrain, I guess it will have to be the old fort around the next gully.

        We all knew if the liberal party caught up with us there would be hell to pay.  It all started last november at the petting zoo, and things will never be the same again.

         Suddenly our drag line pulled sharply down, swinging the little boat leeward, we had hooked something , and something big.....

RATE THIS BRANCH!