We packed up all our gear except the tents and sleeping bags on our final night so we could get up and leave right at dawn.
We got up and put away our final gear in the truck and jumped in. We were all in high spirits despite being beaten by the weather, fish and circumstances. We all agreed it was still a good time and we were all ready to leave.
Ryan turned the keys of the ignition and there was nothing. The truck battery was dead. There was no way we were getting away from this mess that easily.
It was fitting and par for the course we were on.
We started walking towards a lake we knew had a cabin on it and, hopefully, people were still there we had met in the bush earlier on the trip. Remember, this was early May before the flies came out. Not a lot of people are up that far at that time of the year.
We had to walk about seven-km to the cabin. We were lucky. The group of guys were still there. We told them of our situation. We all enjoyed a good laugh about how bad our luck was.
The guys invited us in for breakfast as they were about to eat. We had coffee, juice, splake, eggs, toast and home fries with these guys. It was pleasant and helped boost our moods.
After trading stories and more laughs, they drove us back to our site and boosted the truck battery for us and got us on our way.
We had everything planned out and it still went to shit. I didn’t love that. What I did love was how the boys stuck together and rose above the bad circumstances that befouled us on our trip.
It didn’t stop us from smiling and having a good time.
It shows it’s not always about the journey or trip.
It’s who you experience it with that makes it so special and stays in your heart.