There is a reason that a book written by a relatively well-connected author has no positive reviews or endorsements on the cover - not from Kirkus Reviews, nor the Globe and Mail, nor the Guardian - not one. The book is not very good and does not deliver on its concept. The first chapter holds promise but then the book meanders. To the extent there is any thematic consistency beyond the canoe, it is name-dropping about the Canadian establishment. Almost 25 pages is given to Blair Fraser (a noted Canadian journalist in the 1960s), his death on a canoe trip and the search for a missing cross that had marked the site of his death. Frankly, I am a little sympathetic to the person who took it down as would many who subscribe to "leave no trace". Still more of the book recounts canoe trips taken by the author, which all have a "you really had to be there" quality to them. There are long segments of uncritical mythologizing of Pierre Trudeau. The narrative just isn't very interesting or revealing, and led me to skim large portions of the book. Ultimately, the story of the canoe gets lost. More than that, the book's aspiration was evidently to connect the canoe to Canada's history, and it didn't really achieve that goal. The stories about the author's family and upbringing in the area of Algonquin Park were a high point - told in a personal and down-to-earth way - and provide insight into uniquely Canadian lives.