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The Night Trip
It’s well into the night. I’m sitting in the front of a canoe in the Boundary Waters. To say it is dark is an understatement. I’m about 75 yards from shore. I am paralyzed with fear and regret. I’m not even paddling. The guide behind me is paddling. I’m just sitting in the boat, gripping…
Emily STEFFEL 