National Geographic : 1957 Aug
254 Ginny Hill Wood Breakfast: Pancakes Brown over a Wood Fire; Primus Stoves Cook Oatmeal and Bacon To avoid transporting large cooking pots, foldboaters split up at mealtime. Three stoves and several chefs saved time, and each group ate what it preferred. Here paddles support a tarpaulin shelter. At lunchtime, instead of going ashore, we lashed the boats together, continuing down stream while we passed crackers, cheese, sar dines, fruit, and chocolates on our paddle blades. Then, still rafted together, we slumped down in our cockpits, legs dangling over the sides or propped up on the thwarts, and let the hot sun and the swish of the water lull us to slumber. All except Ro, that is. She could always be depended on to stay awake to warn of impending hazards. "I don't want to disturb anyone," she would admonish, "but there's a crisis coming up, and somebody'd better do something." Someone would cock a sleepy eye at an overhanging spruce, a partially submerged rock, or oncoming rapids and guess we'd prob ably get through. If catastrophe seemed cer tain, a short debate would ensue over who should paddle. Then someone would dip a blade, disaster would be averted, and we'd all go back to sleep-all except Ro, the watch bird. Few Mosquitoes, Too Much Sun Now and then a summer shower interrupted our siestas and sent us scrambling for rain wear and the spray decks. Fastened to the gunwales and pulled snug, the spray covers kept the cockpits dry (opposite).