Laurel Archer, second from left, is typical of a new breed of hard core paddlers


unafraid to pose in a field of flowers. PHOTO: GEORGE PREVOST


UNBOWED


THERE WAS A TIME when a woman’s place in a canoe was in the middle, twirling an umbrella instead of a paddle. During the last half-century, women rose from their recliners (it can’t have been easy in those frilly dresses) to take up position in the bow seat. No doubt this was a great improvement, and sternsmen everywhere considered it to be a natural arrangement. But the emancipation wasn’t over. In the following pages you’ll meet women—an explorer, a teacher, a warden, an outfitter, a mother and an unassuming but unrelenting tripper—who don’t to take orders to cross-bow draw from anyone.


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