So, I am indeed very lucky to have the father that I do. About 15 years ago, my Dad, who was an avid fisherman, decided he wanted a new canoe with which to go fly-fishing. Rather than go out and buy a generic canoe, he decided he wanted something a little nicer, and was willing to put up the work, time and money to realize his ambition. He built himself a cedar-strip canoe. I helped him with it a little bit. In no way can I claim that I built it, however, I put some effort into it, which makes this all the more special. Anyway, now he is older, he no longer fishes, and for the last six years the canoe just hung from his garage ceiling, gathering dust. I asked him this spring if I could borrow the canoe a few times throughout the summer. I wanted to take it to Rushing River, as well as on our big, upcoming Banff trip. He said yes. Well, when I went to pick up the canoe a couple of weeks ago (to get ready for Rushing River), he told me that he doesn't see himself using it any more, and that I may as well just keep the canoe. So, without further ado, here is the canoe: Here is the canoe loaded on the trailer two weekends ago, ready to leave to Rushing River: And here we are at Rushing River. We went and explored some islands. Not pictured is the other Dad who came along with me (the two older kids are his - we rented a kayak for the elder girl, and the two younger kids came with us in the canoe). So, anyway, I am CHUFFED to bits to have been given such a beautiful object, especially something that my Dad put so much work and love into. This summer, the canoe will see the waters of Lake Louise and Moraine Lake. A classic Canadian Canoe, on two classic Canadian lakes.