        Sitting next to the car, his former livery canoe sat on a set of ingenious detachable wheels.  He was carefully loading his supplies in, checking and double checking to make sure that everything was watertight.  Even if he didn’t capsize, he knew that everything in a canoe got a little wet on it, and although Dale enjoyed roughing it, he did not enjoy a soggy sleeping bag.  A spare paddle was lashed to the thwarts, as past experience had taught him that when a canoe capsizes in a river, loose paddles will never be found again.