Sunday, April 29, 2007
Watching helmeted and wetsuited "experts" capsize their specialized whitewater canoes in rapids that I'd just paddled up (in a beat up oldtown) was quite satisfying. The solitude and physical exertion helped me forget final exams.
But I wished for a bow paddler, someone to carry the backpack while I portaged the canoe, someone to appreciate my effort and laugh at my mistakes, someone to share the adventure.
Happily, I have just 21 days to wait...