        A few more hours of paddling, and he was finally nearing the shore of North Fox Island.  He kept paddling until the canoe gently ran around on the sandy bottom of the southeast end of the island.  He turned the stern until the boat was parallel to the shore and aground nearly its whole length, then stowed the paddle, rolled up his pantlegs, and carefully stepped out, wincing at the cold water.  He tied the bowline of the canoe to his wrist and proceeded to fit the wheels back on the canoe, a much simpler process when it was still in the water.  