| As they were gathering the lengths of fishing line George looked up and said, “Wind has not changed since we came out. Always from the west. There is a chance we will find the canoe along the shore line before we begin our trek back to the west. The only real question is whether the boat drifted to the south or to the north?” Jess finished rolling up the fishing line he was able to find. Then he said, “Well we went south last time, I guess we’ll go north this time.” “That will take us a little longer because I think we’re closer to the southern edge of the lake than to the northern shore, but not by much.” “Here’s another hook and a package of hamburger. Unopened.” Jess said optimistically. “Maybe it hasn’t spoiled yet?” “It won’t matter two hours. Lets walk that far and then we can stop and if its good we can cook it. I think I can still feel some cool to it. If we get to eat this stuff I’m gonna kiss you for always bringing frozen meat instead of fresh bought.” George said with a smile. Once again Jess found it amazing how easily George adapted to whatever situation came up. Truly if he had to be stuck out here as they were; there was nobody he would rather be with than George. “Sounds like a plan.” The two men began their long walk back to civilization. The morning was bright, cloudless and there was a slight breeze coming in off the lake. Everything was green and the insects were in overdrive. Everywhere around them as they walked along the shore line were bees and other flying insects all doing whatever it is they do. Waves lapped against the shoreline in a steady beat which was almost enough to hypnotize whatever victim strayed too close to hear its steady promise that another wave is coming. “Brunch time!” George hollered. next page |  |