I enjoy reading the journal entries describing personal experiences along their paddling ventures. Each one shares a picture of another advance in a learning curve that solely belongs to the individual. Mary's latest entry for instance, describes her trip testing her limits on rapids, in her kayak and (gratefully) wearing a helmet; Lisa reflects on re-evaluating the need for a paddle leash and learning the value of having a knife close at hand and having a greater respect for the power of water flow. A lesson, I was forced to remember last week while trying to exit my kayak in a not-so-optimal spot and snapping my paddle in half in the process. Whatever our experiences become, we learn what we can manage and what challenges the edges of our tolerance level. Enter Wisdom. My dream is paddle camping. Rivers and rapids are a challenge that I'm willing to test now and again. I am considering purchasing a shorter kayak to take on "The Rogue!" and smaller rivers to enjoy greater maneuverability. My primary dream keeps me going in a direction and proscribes limits, or borders. Along the way, I'm gathering valuable knowledge of how and what I manage, and stretching those borders inch by inch or mile by mile, whichever way the river bends. And makes my ability much more flexible for more situations.
Thought for the day:
"Kayakers don't retire-they just move to another body of water."
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