I have only recently started to read travelogues and some of my favorites have involved the Great White North. So, when I saw this piece on my friend's bookshelf, I had to borrow it. Lawrence Coady recounts his three trips into Labrador looking for a lost, cached canoe from an early 20th century expedition into the barrens of the North. The premise sounded good enough and I expected a bit of a mystery mingled with the flora and fauna of Labrador. However, Coady's writing style is repetitive and I often found my mind wandering as I waded through another description of how thick the flies were or how great the fishing was. By the time I got to the halfway point of the book, I was tired of the "next camp" and the dangerous route it took to get there. So, I cheated, and skipped to the last chapter where I found out if Coady found the lost canoe or not. I won't ruin it for any potential readers, but I won't necessarily encourage people to spend so much time getting to the punchline.