Gatineau river

Early in the morning of July 31st, I opened my eyes as the light poured threw the window beside my bed. In the half a second it takes to open my eyes my mind becomes clear, and I realize the adventure packed day in store. As I walk out of my cabin half awake I see the pink and yellow hues of the sun rise glitter across the glass clear water, and feel the chilly morning air on my skin. I take a deep breath of the cool breeze as it fills my lungs. I sit back and take a moment to appreciate its beauty. As I look around I see everyone slowly walking to the vans like zombies. Mindlessly I follow the flow and try to remember if I have packed all my gear. I crawl into the back trying not to hit my head and find my way to a window seat beside and kid with bubbles in his lungs and look out the window, which is covered in shroud of fog. Steve turns the keys to the van and the engine roars to life. As the van speeds up it shakes on the rough gravel road. As the van screeches to a holt at our launch site I realize that my day dreams of the river during the long ride up we’re drastically  over rated. The Gat looked just like the Ottawa, but with bigger play spots, and many new things to learn. All in all the Gatineau 100% the best day of keeners so far.