Oh boy, I get to kayak on the Poudre. John bought me some lessons and I was feeling good.
Doing real well here on Ouzel. Then I got cocky on the next rapid, John was taking my photo, so I stopped paddling –a no no- and smiled for the camera. My lovely boyfriend proceeded to film it. I was so freaked out since this was the first time this year that I flipped, I forgot to stay with the boat, so I got beat to death by the rocks, and the boat went down the river by itself. John had to go find the boat. Fortunately it snagged on a root, or I may never have seen it again. I swam out of the river on the side where there was no road. I had to walk about a mile and a half before I got to a bridge. Through poison ivy. Good thing I still had my paddle, I had to use it as a crutch since I smacked my knee. I sure learned my lesson. These photos are about the funniest set I have ever seen.
Doing ok, then wait, put that paddle into the water!!! Paddle!!!
too late now!! Over she goes- an endo
Here is my head coming back up. I could have just grabbed the boat and swam it to shore or got back in , but no. . .
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