An Authentic Life 1.1 for pdf - Universalist Radha-Krishnaism

I told Van, “This is no youth group outing, it’s
more of a senior citizen outing, so pick an easy
course.”
He didn’t heed my warning. We borrowed
heavy aluminum canoes from a Methodist camp and
took much camping gear and supplies that we portaged
long distances. Stan Johnson, a fifty year old,
was with us the first day with his wife and son. He
said that he hadn’t done anything so grueling since
Marine basic training.
We all struggled. Fortunately, I brought a couple
of bottles of Black Velvet, and Jeff Miller brought
bourbon and rum, which eased the pain. We made
our way to Lac de Croix on the Canadian border. I
found that we could have driven there, launched the
canoes, and paddled around the lake for a week. I
was dumbfounded that we didn’t do that. We canoed
for eight days through beautiful, mosquito and deer
fly infested wilderness and covered about fifty-five
miles. When we got back to Ele, we headed to a bar
for burgers and cold beer. At least Jeff and I had a
good bonding experience.
I decided I was old and couldn’t do all the
things I used to do. I thought, “Well, now that’s out of
the way and don’t have to worry about getting old.” I
later learned there were three women in the church
over 100 years old. That’s really old.
Jack Seville hosted an orientation for new pastors
at a church camp that Geraldine and I attended.
North Dakota is a whole other experience from the
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