I guess the one that stands out the most was an all day hike and fish trip that we went on when I was about 10. We walked into a pond over a couple ridges along wood roads belonging to locals. With the fishing not being that good we traveled along a brook that exited the pond, nothing specially until it dropped down into a gorge that was about 50 feet or so deep and a couple hundy wide. I still remember that waterfall and the nice little pool we had a boil-up (Baloney, beans and a cup of tea that never tasted so good) next to and fished for hours. We followed that brook for miles, through thick alder beds and caught a few more muds along the way. We finally crossed another wood road when the land leveled out and started the hike back over the rigid. I was so tired, legs felted that they were anchored to the ground and Dad joking around putting weight of my shoulders by leaning on me. After breaking out on the main road thru the community we dropped in to the nearest house and called mom to come pick us up, there was no way I could walk the 10km back to our house. That was the best nights sleep I think I every had.
We were spose to go home this summer to fish that same stretch, but it looks like it will have to wait another year.