As I hit the river I hope I make it to Canad. On my way I hope to see deer and that they leave me alone. I think someone will take me home, an dig my paint is off they paint me again. I hope the water is warm. I hope to see bears.
I found this canoe while I was kayaking. I re-released it at 250th Ave NW--at the road crossing just downstream of Old Mill State Park. Enjoy your journey little canoe!