Two hours into our start this morning Matt and I were ushered off the river by our maker and forced to seek shelter. Tents went up and the rain starting coming down as we got in them. It turned out to be a nice two and a half hour nap. Couple close lighting strikes startled me from a heavy slumber. Getting back on the water we faced high winds and bad attitudes.
No one cares though if I paddle angry, sad, happy, hungry, or tired. A paddle stroke really is just another paddle stroke. All up to me what I want to add to it.
After the storm a had this caterpillar hang out with me most of the afternoon and into the evening.
Wasn’t much of a picture day. If I sat the paddle down within seconds I was going the opposite direction in which I wanted to go. I’ll have plenty more opportunities.