There was magic in the air as we paddled slowly down the river on this warm summers morning. Sometimes we would just let the river make our way for us. We were content to be its passengers as we absorbed the feel of the countryside around us. There is no rushing a river. When you go there, you go at the pace of the water and that pace ties you into a flow that is older than life on this planet. Acceptance of that pace, even for a day, changes us, reminds us of other rhythms beyond the sound of our own heartbeats. Adventures kayaking... See more
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