This is WAR

I have mentioned this story to a few of you already, but I feel like my unfortunate events may help to brighten someones day so I am going to post the story...


 Here at the camp we have these big war canoes that are made for lots of people, (for the kiwis, they are like waka's) that we take groups out across the lake in sometimes.... It was moored about 100 metres out on the water and it needed to come back to the beach....
I said I would do it because no one else was free and i have paddled it solo before so I didnt think it would be a problem....
So I paddled my little regular metal canoe out to it and untied it from the mooring then tied my little canoe to the big one, climbed into the big one and began paddling back to shore dragging it behind me. I was thinking it was kinda fun and I was proud that it was going in the direction I wanted because this thing is huge! I got about half way when out of NOWHERE it started pouring with rain and the wind picked up and i totally lost control of the beast and it blew me all the way across the bay and I ended up in the rocks and reeds right outside someones cottage! I decided not to cry or have a tantrum. (probably not such good advertising for the camp to anyone watching from the cottages) I tried paddling again but the wind was not letting me go anywhere... so I radioed my friend Courtney to come and help me but my radio was only working one way! I could hear them but they couldnt hear me...
So I decided to climb out and drag them through the water, right around the edge of the lake back to the beach... this worked for about 20 metres until the water got too deep and I didnt want to go swimming today... so I tried my back up radio that I keep in my bag but it had gone flat! And the other one still wasnt working... Uh oh.
I toughened up and begun wading through the water dragging them both behind me but it was so frustrating, believe me, this boat was no little guy and he wanted to go everywhere but with me... it grew a personality out there! so I stopped and swapped the batteries in the radios so they would work and I almost dropped them both in the lake! They were so wet by the rain by this time that they didnt even work anyway....
I kept dragging them but then both of them got beeched on a dead birch tree that was floating in the water! Ah!
I tied the rope to a tree and rock climbed up the bank, snuck through the edge of someones cottage property and began hiking back to camp to find help, just hoping that my pathetic figure eight knot would stay!
Eventually I found Courtney, I was dripping wet, freezing cold, numb hands and feet and almost in tears by this time... she came down to the water with me... just as the wind stopped, the rain stopped and the birch tree relinquished its hold on both boats! So we paddled them nicely to shore and it seemed so easy...

Courtney trying to get the Beast off the beach (this was not the fateful day mentioned above)

The green one can easily fit 15 in it.... I went for the white one. What was I thinking??!

Im not sure if this is a lesson in pride or determination or what.... but it definitely put me in a bad mood for a couple of hours until I got over myself and realised that it was actually pretty funny.