Once you get farther back in, the portages can be up to a half mile or more. I was able to paddle right up to the shore and hop out. My pack weighed a...bout 45 lbs. and I put that on my back. My canoe was Kevlar and weighed about 40 lbs. I easily lifted it to my shoulders and headed down the trail.It wasn't long before the trees opened up to another beautiful lake. This lake was long and narrow. I lifted the canoe off my shoulders and gently placed it on the water. Into the canoe went the pack. I asked her where can I find him. She was about to give me his address and he came in the restaurant. He was a 5’11” tall, fair and would be about 75 kgs well built 27 years old man. She said here he is. I approached him without hesitation.I explained him my situation. He said that I have to quit this job in order to join there from tomorrow. I said but I need money today itself. So he said that I can join today itself. I said that it was already 11 in the night. He laughed loud and said the. " She must be some woman." Oh, she is: half-French, half-Scottish. The French half gives her looks and passion; the Scottish half is where her brains come from. She can make a pound stretch from here to kingdom come."I'll have a gin and tonic, if I may?" The lady said, moving along the sofa she was sitting on, and making it obvious where she wished me to sit when I returned with the drinks."Ian Cumberland, at your service." I said, as I sat beside her, holding my hand out to her as I did so. A. It turned out they knew each other. The pretty albeit slightly chunky secretary from the firm met his eyes and smiled. She tapped the shoulder of another woman, the receptionist, a lithe blonde beauty, statuesque, small boned, subtly curved and with a model's eye catching face, and pointed Joe out. The blonde waved and returned to chatting with a well dressed and handsome man probably an inch shorter than her. Feeling like a third wheel, Debra, the brunette, headed to Joe's table.Joe didn't.