My dream for my canoe is that it reaches the Atlantic Ocean. I have named my canoe "Tippa" because he will more than likely tip over, spin around, and get a few bumps and bruises throughout his journey. Also because it makes a pun, Tippa Canoe. I hope that Tippa gets to see the colors of fall in America and Canada before the snow covers everything in a white blanket. I hope that he sees mice, frogs, turtles, squirrels, and deer along the way. Once he makes it to Canada, I hope he sees a moose or even a polar bear or two. Tippa will freeze somewhere along the journey and get suck in place until either an animal, a human, or the sun's heat will get it moving again. If Tippa makes his way out of the banks of whatever waterway he is floating along, I hope that someone finds him and puts him back to continue his journey. The water will be cold and won't warm up again for a few months, but I hope the experience and journey will make it worth it. I don't know how long his journey will be, but I hope Tippa meets a few friends along the way that gets just as excited for his journey, as I am.