I was excited, advanced training. What the hell did that mean? I am sure that it meant swimming a lot. Well the buzz in the air from the night before was still around. From blowing up a raft to double checking my gear. I was shaky. How do these raft plugs work again? Then I try to get in my boat and every time, I start sliding into the water. An unwarranted seal launch. Dammit. I cannot even get my skirt on. Ugggh. I finally get out into the eddy and crap, I am all out of sorts. I feel like a cucumber, in a tumbling pickle jar. I am not even going to get over that eddy line without trouble. Well I kinda cheated when I peeled out and took the first rapid, call Significant with hesitant ease. With each rapid I built confidence. I slowly was getting back into the groove. I was not thinking about reports at work, curmudgeons, or school. Waves were no longer fearful hands trying to rip my upside down but a playground once more. I learned during the day, that aggression on the river is one of your best tools.
I only swam twice, and that was when I was trying to get out of my boat and into a raft. But my kind trainer assured me, that “hey swimming is part of the sport.”
There was a nice wave at second chance, That I really enjoyed.
We worked on a little “Gorge extraction” exercise and basically getting our sea legs back. Nothing like 43 degree water and wind. There was hot jello and broth. Lots of little lessons too. Learned a internal Z-drag. Tested out a lesson I learned on the Tohickon, it worked!
Saw a one of the first trips of the year go by andI saw the training trips. I was like. Wow, I wish I was doing that for the first time, again!” Then the wind snapped, the water sprayed and I rethought that.