Kayakers Force Me To Go Against the Flow – Dam!
I gave into peer pressure to my fellow kayakers on Saturday.
As opposed to Piers pressure to which CNN gave in.
Aside: And before we go any further, what is the female of fellow? Femellow?
My fellow and femellow yakkers put a high pressure on me Saturday and I bowed. I should have been more stern.
I like to go with the flow, (I should have been a urologist) not create waves (not good with oscilloscopes) , be laid-back (as in reclining).
One of our earlier kayak trips was a two-mile paddle upstream to the confluence of two rivers and then down stream to the put-out.
Another aside: Yes, this is going to be crammed with as many bad puns as I can manage.
After my first experience going against the flow, I promised I would never go upstream again. We have been without rain for a while and a lot of the tributaries are dry. It’s like going from one ex-stream to another.
I should be paddled. Rapidly.
I gave in to Pier One pressure. (That’s the pressure I feel upon entering the store because I am not a hipster. I am a kneester. My hips are fine – tyvm. A kneester is one who has had a knee replacement. My daughter had a friend named Kuester… yes pronounced Kee-ster! I think she was afraid to leave town because there was a chain of hardware stores named the same thing, and we never gave it another thought that her name was synonym for ass.)
Currently, I am recovering from another dam adventure river voyage. It was a renewal. A River Phoenix.
Yeah, I know, if we were in the Ukraine you would Crimea river.
The Live in Fear weather forecaster called for a rainy day (every day in a kayak is a wet one – insert your own pun here). But we got high and it was a sunny morning.
The organizer for the trip was Matt who described it this way:
We’ll paddle up-stream to view the lock and there are two side creeks to explore if the water level is favorable. This scenic section of Green River is highlighted by a paddle under a large natural rock arch. This is a 8 mile paddle that should take about 5 hours.
Our nomadic tribe will settle for this current leader until we find a Bedouin.
We had a great time as usual. One of our beavers died and was scene floating downstream. Fortunately for us it wasn’t the human fellow kayaker, Mr. Beaver, it an animal. Both have a distinct odor as we passed.
As we were breaking on a rock island, the dead beaver caught up with us. Matt observed that we are a sad bunch when a dead beaver was making better time down stream than we were. Travel tip: If you need an eye doctor on Alaskan island make sure you see an optical Aleutian.
I prefer to take breaks in the south of France because there is nothing Toulouse.
The rock bluffs were just amazing reaching from water level to 20-40 feet. I was feeling boulder than the rest, so I stopped and answered the call of nature (#1). I was very careful. You know he survival rate after a fall into a deep hole is abyssmal.
Dam! Succumbing to peer pressure can be fun!
30 days to Barbados. I can’t wait. Salt water puns are a bunch abalone.
So all that work and the highlighs of the water trip were a dead beaver and peeing on a bluff? I guess if you’re looking for nature, you can’t get more natural than body waste and death. It did seem to put you on a punny high which was quite enjoyable reading.
No. paddling under the bluff with tons of rock over my noggin was the highlight.