"My thoughts go back to summers spent at the river cottage owned by my maiden aunt, Nell Patterson. ... What glorious summers those were. There was kindling to split on a wood block in the shade of huge elms. Countless gallons of icy cold, clear water had to be pumped by hand from the well. A fresh layer of green enamel was applied to the flat-bottom rowboat and to the sleek eighteen-foot Old Town canoe, a watercraft that did as much to shape my life as the nine months spent in school."
--From Ely Echoes: The Portages Grow Longer by Minnesota wilderness guide Bob Cary (1921-2006)