The cremation of Sam McGhee was always one, I loved! I was a boy scout in my first big canoe trip sitting in front of a late night summer fire, maybe 12 or 13 at best...having paddled my arms off all day at a wind that seemed to laugh, I could barely tell if we we're moving forward, perhaps even moving aft. But...our bellies were full, our camp made, and almost time to rest. This poem we were read and ready for bed but its memory is one of my best.