upcoming tripstrip logs--links

The group for micro-serfs who'd rather be paddling!

Canoe on Toronto Harbour. (Not our regular paddling spot, but it's near home and made a pretty shot.)

this site is not active

It is really just an archive of trip reports at this point, but it seemed worth resurrecting just for that. You find that lots of things are broken. This virtual organization existed to serve its members, a group of friends in the vicinity of Toronto, Ontario, Canada who liked to paddle together. We didn't have any meetings. We didn't have any rules. We didn't have any officers or structure. We just liked each other's company and we liked to paddle canoes.

Feel free to read our trip logs.


Canoe Quotes


In early spring, when rivers run excited to the sea
and gambol over granite with an unabated glee,
a winter-weary paddler wipes the dust from his canoe,
collects his gear and heads towards the Paddlers’ Rendezvous.

Excitement builds as mountains rise to frame the wooded vale,
the roof rack sings its windsong while the rubber chews the trail.
The half-ton fishtails grandly in disheveled disarray
as muddy rainbows spray across the waning of the day.

Before the sun retreats behind the granite to the west
the truck attacks one final hill and leaps across the crest
and there, spread out below, is that most welcoming of views:
a throng of laughing paddlers and their overturned canoes.

A can of beer presents itself as soon as he alights.
A whiskey bottle bobs its way around the fire. This night’s
for letting go, for catching up, for howling at the moon
and belting out old campfire songs a little out of tune.

Tonight is for comraderie and blowing off some steam,
and, later, falling deep asleep beside the fire to dream
of rushing water dancing past the sides of his canoe.
There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than at the Rendezvous.

— Peter G. Gilchrist

GIF (14271 bytes)
© 2000-2024 VVCC and the author