The down-throttled outboard hums and gurgles, pushing the fiberglass hull between a narrow pinch of dark granite bedrock. The muggy summer air seems to slow us as much as the crystal clear water. This is David Garlock’s boat, and we’ve arrived at his favorite place in the Thousand Islands. Garlock, a 62-year-old local with a history painted in strokes of Jack London and Mick Jagger, lights up a stogie. The cigar’s whiff of classy ruggedness seems the perfect tribute to this sublime water-wo… (View original article)
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