        Over the next two weeks, Dale kept on thinking and planning.  Something that seemed a brilliant idea one moment seemed idiotic the next.  Sober reflection caused the elimination of most of the books.  Should there be subsequent meetings, he could bring more, but the thought of loading all those books into the canoe, unloading them at the island, dragging them to his campsite, and then back to the beach was a little much.  Not to mention the raised eyebrows as he loaded book after book into his canoe.  The park rangers might be easygoing, but they weren’t idiots—people sometimes took along a book or two to pass the time, but not a whole library of hardbound books.  He snickered—even if he honestly told them why he had so many, they’d never believe it.