I never have a choice to make about this--I'm always coming FROM Redford (with coffee in hand) and going TO Cadyville. When we were children (and into our teens) we would take canoe trips down the Saranac River. My grandfather was the reason for the trips. Eugene, the jack of all trades, would load the wood and canvas canoes (which weighed at least 75 pounds but were beautiful) into his truck and on top of our station wagon and we would launch them in Saranac. Sometimes the river was so shallow we'd have to get out and walk along side the canoes. We'd get out at Cadyville, where Eugene would be waiting for us. We never thought it could be done differently--someone else would take care of the details. Then we grew up and had to figure out the logistics of a canoe trip. Where's Eugene? my family still says.
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