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Hello Vance, got your message, thanks.

Went to bed early, asleep almost right away then woke up about 11:30 not much sleep after that so not to disposed to make much introduction today.

He headed down the channel without looking back.

Several people had witnessed the whole thing and when her Grandmother pulled herself up onto the float she was greeted with laughter. This angered her even further but she controlled herself and without a word, jumped into her boat, castoff and started her motor. At first she just wanted to get away from the laughter but after a few minutes she swung the boat about and headed for the far shore. When she got close she looked down the channel and spotted the dot that was the canoe. She turned her boat, slowed the motor and followed the canoe.

The small canoe made good time but it was still well over an hour and many islands later when it turned into a short beach between two reefs. When her grandmother saw where the canoe was going she cut the power to her engine and let her boat drift about a half mile off shore. She watched as the man got out of the canoe, took off the motor and carried it up and into the bush. Next he dragged the canoe above high water and arranged some beach debris around it, in moments it looked just like a thousand other accumulations of drift wood. Next the man picked up his box of supplies and disappeared into the bush.

Her grandmother sat and let the boat drift for another ten minutes then she started the motor and headed towards the island but angled the boat so that when she reached the beach she was beyond the shorter reef and out of sight of the beach with the canoe.

She beached her boat, raised the motor then secured the boat to a log, she headed to where the canoe was hidden and then located the trail that led away from the beach.