Most of the time when we get to a computer we're trying to make the most of the time, keeping the big picture in play; e.g. where we've been, what's been going on, what we're doing etc...
With lack of frequency do we discuss what its like on the water, what goes through the noggin, how amazing this experience has been...
We're out there paddling, floating admist this ambient azure power subsequently living the dream. A reality which no creative coreographed group of words can bring true appreciation out of.
People ask what we talk about on the water.
Most of the time we tell them we don't talk, which has pretty much been the case, on the water for me (Brian) there is an appreciated element of silence. Just existing, paddling, partaking in that perpetual motion achieved by bladed travel speaks volumes to the inner. That, I believe is what I have always loved about paddling, being one with your craft, your gear and moving silently through the geographic locales of your desire.
Sure, days exist when the wind is blowing its heart out, over the plains, down the valley, over the lake and right into your face. It feels intrusive, abrasive and down right mentally if not physically debilitating- but you keep moving, you keep paddling, making ground (even if just a little bit) because that's what we do, we paddle. We're paddlers. Time exists in a different realm out there. An hour can feel as though it is an eternity and several hours can flash by momentarily, its all perspective.
Usually when its hauling there is music flowing through the cerebral hallways up dare in the noggin. However it seems as though my RAM only holds the chorus of those popular songs which defined a generation, one which came a few before my own. Those words, feelings, meanings whether from the past or present entice the experience generate energy and fuel the forward motion...
Through that added energy determination, passion and prowess for what we are doing makes it all seem worth it. Worth it to endure this experience through whatever hardships we encounter we can press through to magnificent rewards. It is mind boggling to think of an entrancing re-occuring experience to be paddling though four or more foot waves... To feel the water flow by you, to watch the horizon disappear, to be high above all the other waves, to see nothing but water and crest in front of you, makes it all worth it. The blade bites into the incoming garuantee of cold liquid, pulls you and boat forward so the bow may break through that wall of water providing momentum so that you in turn with the rest of the boat may break through and continue on your way; ready for the next one in just a few moments. As miles melt beyond blades, the changing sights, it makes it all worth it. The journey, the experience, the stories...
It's all part of something. Something we'll continue to participate in so long as our bodies, boats and minds allow... For there isn't much more of a simpler divine pleasure than messing about in boats.
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