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| Kayakers Force Me To Go Against the Flow – Dam! Posted: 12 Sep 2010 09:33 AM PDT
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:
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. |
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