Ranger22 Sep 2006

Heh, you know I appreciate your lengthy comments - they show you've spent time reading my poems, which in turn inflates my already-oversized ego ;-)

My geography sucks big time (I barely even know where I am half the time) and I've never been to America, so I'm clueless. The only body of water I know anything about is Lake Superior, and that's only from hearing about it on an old Gordon Lightfoot song. You know the one - 'The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald'.

The father of a friend of mine has a canoe/kayak-making business, actually - we have a nicely scenic canal a few minutes from where I am which is pretty popular with the waterbabies, and also cyclists. I went along there the other day, actually, aiming to make 20 miles in a couple of hours but was thwarted by the Dark Lord of Burstyre about 6 miles from home. So, stranded in the middle of nowhere, I decided to act in the spirit of all great and epic quests, and struck out for the nearest pub.

And, of course, good luck! Do let me know how you get on (is this a major competition?) I expect to hear the clink of a fresh gold medallion ringing in your next poem ;-)