How Aaron and Scott had mocked the old outfitter as they left the store—called him Grizzly Adams and fell into fits of laughter while admiring their new boots and studying the map.
It was Minnesota: land of shopping malls and Vikings football. It was July, for God’s sake. What could possibly go wrong?
Scott was gone now. There was no one to laugh with—not that Aaron would.
The gear was long lost: the canoe, compass, the matches. Even the Bowie knife and the new boots.
And Aaron was finally realizing: the old man was right.