Boundaries

My husband and I corralled our three grown sons for a last hurrah before school and jobs claimed them for the year, and paddled for five days through the forest-lined lakes and rivers of the Boundary Waters, between Minnesota and Canada. The fall colors were just beginning to flame, yellow and red torches against the dark green.  Every half mile or so, we spotted boundary markers, letting us know where the  US territory ended, and Canada began. 

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