Out in front of our tent, above the St. Lawrence River.
By the end of our trip, Otis was exhausted enough to fall asleep sitting up, dragging his hand in the water:
Carrying the canoe up on land didn’t wake him up neither:
Out in front of our tent, above the St. Lawrence River.
By the end of our trip, Otis was exhausted enough to fall asleep sitting up, dragging his hand in the water:
Carrying the canoe up on land didn’t wake him up neither: