It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath of wind; the water was sky-blue, the shores a bank of solid gold.

While we are born with curiosity and wonder and our early years full of the adventure they bring, I know such inherent joys are often lost. I also know that, being deep within us, their latent glow can be fanned to flame again by awareness and an open mind.

Simplicity in all things is the secret of the wilderness and one of its most valuable lessons

When a man is part of his canoe, he is part of all that canoes have ever known.

As long as there are young men with the light of adventure in their eyes and a touch of wildness in their souls, rapids will be run.

Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.

The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, and of a freedom almost forgotten.