I had the unique opportunity to participate in what we’ll call an expedition canoe trip into the Canadian wild at age fifteen. The trip was organized by a youth summer camp and our group consisted of eight kids and two leaders. We were in the wild nineteen days paddling and portaging our way through the picturesque Quetico Provincial Park. We traveled a circuitous route, finishing where we started and covering close to 150 miles of the world’s best smallmouth and walleye lakes in the world. The trip had a profound impact on me, and my appreciation of God’s creation.
Eleven years later as I was planning to marry my sweetheart, I revealed my desire to take our potential son to Quetico when he turned fifteen. Over the next eight years my wife gave birth to not one, but three sons and a daughter. (The trip she took with our daughter at 15 is a whole different story!) I frequently considered not one but three wilderness trips to Canada, while calculating my age when the youngest would reach fifteen and speculating on the physical condition I would find myself in at fifty years of age.
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