Near the village of Northwest River, Labrador, I once rented a cabin from a woman named Katharine whom men of a certain age called \u201cGasoline\u201d. They would say, \u201cGood morning, Gasoline\u201d to her, or \u201cWant some caribou haunch, Gasoline?\u201d I later found out that she\u2019d acquired this nickname because she fueled the sexual urges of local men in her younger days.<\/p>\n
One morning, I decided to go canoeing on the long, narrow body of water, known as Grand Lake, adjacent to my cabin. I put my canoe in the lake just north of a cascade called The Rapids, and although I paddled it in a more or less easterly direction, it moved in a northerly direction. Since I knew there was a short stretch of fast water at the lake\u2019s entrance, I wasn\u2019t too concerned, but once I\u2019d gone beyond that stretch, a strong tail wind began pushing the canoe yet more swiftly north.<\/p>\n
After an hour or so of having crests of froth splatter my face, I figured it was time for me to paddle ashore. The wind seemed irked by this decision, for now it began blowing from what seemed like all points of the compass with renewed energy, as if it was saying, \u201cI\u2019m the boss around here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The canoe responded to the wind\u2019s arrogance by zigzagging maniacally in one direction, then another, while completely ignoring my paddle strokes. This is getting serious, I thought, and my paddle strokes felt like they were being made by person stronger than I am. When I was 10 or 15 feet from the shore, I grabbed the canoe\u2019s rope and hopped into the water.<\/p>\n
All at once I saw a mink skittering along the shore. Contemplating this sleek critter, I forgot to contemplate the rope in my hand, and a gust of wind easily jerked it loose. I watched the canoe move toward the middle of the lake\u2026without me in it. I had no choice but to splash my way out of the water\u2026without the canoe.<\/p>\n
I felt like I was marooned in the middle of nowhere. There were no roads or even trails in the vicinity, and the nearest dwelling was on the other side of the lake. On the lake itself, there was no boat other than the dwindling speck of my canoe.<\/p>\n
What to do now? I thought about hiking back to my cabin, but this would have been impossible because the cliffs along the shore would bar my way, so then I considered taking an inland route. Easier said than done, for shortly after I walked away from the shore, I encountered a dense jungle of alders. I engaged in hand-to-hand combat with these apostates of the birch family, and the apostates won.<\/p>\n
All of a sudden I heard my stomach growling. No, it was a bear growling. No, it was actually my stomach growling. As I seemed unable to distinguish between these two different types of growls, I wondered if I might be losing my mind, but concluded that, no, I was just feeling very hungry. After all, the caribou jerky, the tins of sardines, the apple, and the peanut butter sandwiches I\u2019d brought along for the trip currently resided in the canoe.<\/p>\n
I tried to look on the positive side \u2014 at least the wind was keeping Labrador\u2019s voracious hordes of black flies and mosquitoes from sucking my blood. Tried and failed. Better to be sucked dry by these damned insects than to meet my so-called Maker here, I thought.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d been stuck on the shore for five or six hours when I saw a motorboat skimming across the lake. Or rather the wake of a motorboat. I hollered and waved my hands frantically. Did the boatman see me? He seemed to be heading away from me\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2026but he was actually tacking and swerving to avoid the lake\u2019s waves. At last he opened the boat\u2019s throttle so that he was roaring toward me. Soon the fellow in the boat \u2014 a local man perhaps in his mid-fifties \u2014 came close enough for us to shout at each other.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, aren\u2019t you the guy who\u2019s stayin\u2019 in Miss Gasoline\u2019s cabin?\u201d he
\nsaid, raising his voice above the wind. \u201cGrand Lake\u2019s been kickin\u2019 up a fuss with you, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was canoeing and got whacked by the wind,\u201d I shouted back. \u201cMy canoe is probably on the other side of the lake now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head in amazement. \u201cYou didn\u2019t hear the forecast of 30 knot winds?\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s not a problem for me \u2018cause I have a motorboat, but a canoe\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I decided not to tell him that I regard weather forecasts as fictional and seldom listen to them.<\/p>\n
The fellow gestured for me to climb into his shallow draft aluminum boat, and once I did, we motored three miles across the lake to where my canoe was bouncing in the water along the shore. My benefactor tied the canoe\u2019s rope to his boat, and we soon made it to my cabin because we were now going with the wind rather than against it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNice to have the right sort of boat, eh?\u201d the man grinned.<\/p>\n
I thanked him profusely for his help, then I pulled the canoe ashore, this time grasping the rope firmly, indeed emphatically.<\/p>\n
In the cabin, I made myself some coffee, and in my haste to drink it, I raised the cup too quickly to my mouth and spilled most of the coffee on the floor. Another blunder, but one that was somewhat less serious than the one I\u2019d recently made when I gazed at a mink.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Near the village of Northwest River, Labrador, I once rented a cabin from a woman named Katharine whom men of a certain age called \u201cGasoline\u201d. They would say, \u201cGood morning, Gasoline\u201d to her, or \u201cWant some caribou haunch, Gasoline?\u201d I later found out that she\u2019d acquired this nickname because she fueled the sexual urges of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2017,"featured_media":55403,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false},"categories":[8,94],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-55166","post","type-post","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-adventure-travel","category-expeditions"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n