We went out again early this morning with our paddle boards, this time steering clear of the boundary channel and opting for the river. After Friday’s mud-fest in the channel, we longed for the picturesque river paddle we had taken Tuesday morning.
The sun danced in and out of clouds, and the wind blew across the rippling water. We had to work against the current to paddle straight, and we looked forward to an easier trip back. After two and half miles, we finally rounded Teddy Roosevelt Island and enjoyed the calm that comes with being nestled between the island and shore.
Before long, we were back on the open water, and much to our dismay, this was proving to be quite a bit more challenging than the trip up the river. I had to dig in hard to prevent the river from washing me up against the bank, and I came pretty close to losing the battle a few times. I imagined myself in a great struggle with the mighty sea, desperately trying to steer away from the shore, where my vessel and I would be smashed to smithereens against the rocks. I could almost see the ghostly tentacles snaking up through the murk to pull me down to a watery grave.
In reality, if things got bad, I would merely wash over to the shore, hop out on the grass, and walk the bike trail back to the parking lot, but where’s the fun in that? I am of the water now, and I prefer the dramatic scene of me versus the mighty sea. Arrrr!
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