Twisted ankle quickly healed

A number of years ago, I was the co-director of a Youth Camp in Ontario’s Algonquin Provincial Park on the beautiful shores of Whitefish Lake. Each year we took a three-day canoe trip to the park’s “interior”—inaccessible by car or motor boat. This particular summer, the group included about 20 people, using several canoes and one kayak.

Early on in the trip we had a 1.7-kilometer portage—a section where we had to carry our canoes from one body of water to another. After my first dropoff, I returned to the beginning of the trail to get another load to carry when I suddenly twisted my ankle. “Oh no!” I thought. I still had two trips to make, and there were two more portages to go before reaching our campsite.

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