We've had a lot of rain lately. The creek has been raging and serenading us at night. Ellen awoke at 5:30am with a craving for kayaking. She used to kayak alot before we got married but lately her kayak has been collecting cobwebs under the house. She asked if I would help her carry the boat down to the water, get her launched, and pick her up an hour later at the Erwin Road bridge. I was totally game--I love her spontaneaous heart. About an hour and fifteen minutes later she emerged from the trees--a little damp, a little bruised, and a big ol' smile.
The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. --John Muir
The river Called. The call is the thundering rumble of distant rapids, the intimate roar of white water…a primeval summons to primordial values. -- John J. Craighead
You don’t drown by falling into water. You drown by staying there. -- Robert Allen
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