There were thunderstorms on the drive down, and heavy rain on the drive back, but in between we had just a few sprinkles and another fun night on the river. Level was 1.5 feet, 500 cfs – low but still fluid. We put in at the Mill off Route 189 just above Cathy’s Wave. I had my second swim of the year at the playhole. I immediately got spun around, then the stern sank back into the hole and the boat filled up with water – over I went. Easy self rescue though and another poem from TW.
Within those holes that spin us,
is found some thoughts to pin us,
corkboard mementos
soddenly to dry, so laugh at failures
hope there shan't die,
and should the blackness
take in our light,
to other worlds
let's flow a flight,
up from such depths
by aqueous assist, non-acquiescent
of waters' persist.
is found some thoughts to pin us,
corkboard mementos
soddenly to dry, so laugh at failures
hope there shan't die,
and should the blackness
take in our light,
to other worlds
let's flow a flight,
up from such depths
by aqueous assist, non-acquiescent
of waters' persist.
Learnin' and turnin' the riparian dawn,
an E-squared factor keeps paddlin' on.
TW
an E-squared factor keeps paddlin' on.
TW
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