How I'd Love to be a Wilderness Guide

Here's a little passage I found in a magazine that's from a book I hope to get my hands on soon - Ely Echoes:The Portages Grow Longer by wilderness guide Bob Cary.

My thoughts go back to summers spent at the river cottage owned by my maiden aunt, Nell Patterson...What glorious summers those were. There was kindling to split on a wood block in the shade of huge elms. Countless gallons of icy cold, clear water had to be pumped by hand from the well. A fresh layer of green enamel was applied to the flat-bottom rowboat and to the sleek eighteen-foot Old Town canoe, a watercraft that did as much to shape my life as the nine months spent at school.

I just love this!