Glistening Boys

So since everyone at Portage seems to have a blog here, I've decided to join. After reading Zeb's and laughing so much, I couldn't resist. I feel as though the first blog should be about the canoodle trip 2006 because it was THE BEST TRIP EVER

Zeb you seem to misunderstand. Other canoes did not 'slide their canoes down the rocks' we merely took it off our shoulders and heads (to make up for the height difference in me and Janelle) and carried it the hard way in order to prevent tumbling down incredibly steep rock steps. And we didn't rock that portage, we just flew through it. Anyways, that is not the point of this blog, the point is that Melanie, Karen and Roslyn did not Rock or fly through this portage and had immense difficulty... which was keenly spotted out by two very cut (ripped, muscular, strapping, strong, built) and very glistening young men who flew past the three of them (one of them portaging a canoe by himself) One of them then told Janelle and me that 'your buddies are having a bit of trouble' and as he stood there, muscles glistening in the sun, said 'yeah, killer huh' as if he hadn't just flew through it with a canoe on his shoulders.
Janelle then asked him whether he thought the water was safe to drink without filtering. 'Well, I don't know the chemical composition of your stomach, I can drink this water, but I grew up on the farm. bulge bulge (sound of muscles bulging) I don't know about how it is if you're from the city' Needless to say he succeeded in affirming his ruggedness. He also offered to show us a few good campsites, but we informed him that others in the group had done the route before.
I don't really understand how/why these guys were a point of so much laughter and joking on the trip, but I think part of the reason was that they ended up camping near our five star campsite and we pretty much figured we beat them to it in the morning when Melanie was rudely awakened by Roslyn's yelling, ran whimpering down the path saying "sweet merciful crap.. our Campsite!" all the time thinking that someone was going to take it, when really, the only threat was these guys camped down the beach, probably still sleeping.
Another reason might be that we didn't see them with shirts on all weekend and they were ALWAYS GLISTENING!
Yet another reason could be them stopping by and making friendly conversation and saying "maybe we'll stop by later" which gave them the name 'Mr. we'll stop by later'
Luckily we managed to 'be friendly but not inviting'/scare them away from any further communication with us by loudly talking about them and laughing (forgetting how clearly sound is heard across water) and responding to their 'proposition' to borrow a grate for their shiskabobs by quickly shoving them off with the grate saying 'enjoy your shiskabobs!' without waiting for the rest of the proposition...... Janelle then took a picture of their glistening backs as they canoed away.