Another year, we were canoeing the chain of lakes that led to the Allagash River. It was on Chamberlain Lake, which is 13 miles long, that the wind came up, and therefore the waves. Between the two, we could make no headway. We were paddling for all we were worth just to stay in place. Being 15 years old, it never occurred to us that we were in trouble, but we were, because if one of the canoes rolled over, there could well have been a drowning.