Tripping
Adventures
One of many fun drops on the Black Stone River, Alberta
Root
of my Passion:
In the beginning there was only fear!
Fear of death... Fear of injury beyond belief... Fear of the unknown,
yet... I still call them my friends? This was my introdution to paddling!
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The Dan Affect?
If you met him you would understand. He has a way of adding clarity to any
argument.. You just need the ability to read the fine print! ......>
It Works For Us?
A diffinative way to understand the
all encompasing group dynamic question in the world of tripping ......>
Paddling
really started for Carol and I when we were invited on our first
paddle trip
in July of 1996 by friends
from Revelstoke, and Nelson B.C.. One of which put the
fear of moving water into
me eleven years back, I accepted this invitation with reservation.
Meeting in Revelstoke, the
gang embelished old times with the assistance of rum, and prepared for
a road
trip into
the Kootenays. As an added bonus, I attempted paddling
for the second time in eleven years, and once again found myself
in a kayak learning how to roll.
Although, at one point during this trip I found myself wanting to inflict
pain on my instructors for
scaring
me again, I did learn some nifty chants and praises from
my rescuers! They also accept
gifts for pulling you out of the water. (beer)
It all came back
to me.. like a ten pound hammer splitting a nut!
Unfortunately, the remaining portion of the
trip was spent taking pictures from the beach, and dealing with my
anger of failure. My resolve was to learn how to paddle at my own pace--
dealing with my fear of whitewater in a controled manner.
From this trip we eventually purchased
our first paddling gear and have enjoyed paddling ever since!
