“Oh… so you’re a flat-water guy?”
I recoiled as if slapped. Me? A lifelong river runner and lover a
large rolling seas being called a flatwater guy? And all of the extra
emphasis on “flatwater,” what’s up with that?
I shot back, “No way dude. If you think it’s flat out there, you’ve clearly never been!”
A few days later, seated in a real speedster of a sea kayak, I caught
myself laughing with joy as I flew across the glass-like water. “This
is amazing!” I shouted. Then it hit me, I was having the time of my life
paddling on flat water. My ego cringed in pain, “I am becoming a
flat-water guy, that dude was right.”
Desperately needing to save my ego, I turned hard to port and made a
beeline for a set of sea caves I had been scouting for several weeks but
had yet to fully paddle. Cave paddling, caving, or anything involving
entrapment (large crowds, small cars, etc) really freaks me out. But,
driven by the pain of a damaged ego, I charged ahead. The caves were
everything I had expected them to be. Tight in ...more
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