Mark Dixon Testimonial
We went out last night in the Quetico. The wind had dropped, it was flat calm with a sunset over the marshes looking like a Turner oil painting to the west and a half moon rising to the east. A flock of terns was diving and fishing above a shoal of bass, the first of the winter's ducks arriving and it was warm.
We had never paddled the Quetico unloaded; it behaved like a dream, tracking straight and true and fast even against the incoming tide. The dog was asleep in a fish box amidships, laying on his cushion. We were only out about an hour or so and arrived back at nightfall grinning like Cheshire cats. And this morning again a fairly reasonable south-westerly of about 12 knots so we were off into the creeks, landed on a little wooded island for coffee and a smoke, portaged over the salting and back against a stiff breeze and the flood tide. Apart from hitting an iron bolt on an ancient barge wreck (minor scratch 3m long, no doubt the first of many!) we had a fabulous paddle.
Already people who see the canoe stop to admire and ask about it. There are have stores all over the country selling canoes, but none in my opinion compare to Souris River. We are both so pleased and although we do not have the fantastic wilderness, lakes and rivers of Canada, I assure you this craft is going to be used all year!
Tonight we celebrate our first paddles in the English East Coast way of drinking far too much rum and laughing until the stomach hurts.
Have a great weekend.