When I was eight or nine I took a trip up north
With my brother, my father and my uncle
We woke up early and packed bagged lunches
And cans of pop into a cooler
And drove to a canoe rental in Mesick
We split up in two canoes
I imagined us as Lewis and Clark
Charting acres of unspoiled lands
As the Manistee opened up like a canvas
We crawled at a slow, lazy pace
And reached the landing as the sun began to slide
Behind the horizon
And pulled our boats ashore
It was still warm and we were exhausted
So we jumped into the water
To cool off as my uncle launched into a speech
About the history of the Petoskey stone
And how rare it would be to find any here
Then he reached into the river bed
And pulled one out on his very first try
We spent the rest of our time trying to find another one
But came up empty-handed
This band will always be a part of me. Brings back memories to the 16 year old highschool kid who was insecure and was trying to find herself and while listening to this band for hours
When I was eight or nine, I took a trip up north with my brother, my father and my uncle We woke up early and packed bagged lunches and cans of pop into a cooler, and drove to a canoe rental in Mesick We split up in two canoes I imagined us as Lewis and Clark, charting acres of unspoiled land as the Manistee opened up like a canvas We crawled at a slow, lazy pace and reached the landing as the sun began to slide behind the horizon, and pulled our boats ashore It was still warm and we were exhausted so we jumped into the water to cool off, as my uncle launched into a speech about the history of the Petoskey stone and how rare it would be to find any here Then he reached into the river bed and pulled one out on his very first try We spent the rest of our time trying to find another one but came up empty-handed