Update: The Discovery Channel is covering Brokentooth's efforts:
Is this how CHamplain did it?
By this point I'd given up trying to puke over the side. The boiling waves were enough to wash the vomit from my feet, two crashing crests at a time. My trembling lips curled into a pale green smile at the decision to have had canned ravioli instead of trail mix for lunch.
What was now painfully obvious about my plan to follow the route of 17th-century explorer Samuel de Champlain is that I started too late. This smack in the chops occurred as I dropped my wallet on the floor in front of a dozen or so strangers at the Trenton Canadian Tire, whilst purchasing what can only really be described as a one-and-a-half-pound Barbie anchor. Underestimation number four of 383. Summer was now on the wane, yet my contraption of tubes, tires and the 14-foot inflatable bananas I'd hope would see me float thousands of kilometres had yet to see water. Truth be told, I had no idea at this point if it would even float.