In last week’s post, I wrote about Hit Lists. Those are the rivers and waterfalls you spend all winter psyching yourself up for and telling your buddies that you’re going to run while you’re drinking beers and it’s -14 out and dark at 5 pm. Then the snow melts and you throw the boat on the car and start chasing some of those rivers and waterfalls. Some of them, you just never make it to. The Linville Gorge was on my hit list for a decade and I just never got there. Sometimes you do get there but it looks a lot bigger than you thought, and you walk away. But sometimes it all comes together. Last week I wrote about some of these moments — some of the most impressive and historic descents in New England kayaking in the last 15 years.
Last week’s post was all about great athletes, careful planning, pushing the limits, high levels of courage and skill, impressive accomplishments in a kayak.
This post is not about any of that.