An online friend told me that my picture of my handprint in the frosted glass of my kitchen window shows my desperation to get outside into the elements. Well, they’re not wrong.
I’ve been trying (and dying) to find a way to get my paddle board onto some water before the year ends. Canmore was a bust two weekends ago as I couldn’t take the board with me. This past weekend got eaten up by chores. Now the good weather is gone and all of the open water is closing off fast with ice because winter temperatures are here.
That leaves me with the Bow River, I think. Moving water takes longer to freeze so I can probably squeeze one last ride in there if I am cautious. I have good safety gear and I’ll only do a short run. This is, naturally, freaking out everyone around me. They’re worried about me dying of hypothermia. I’m worried about not living. Desperate measures, right?
I just want that feeling of being alive on some water one last time this year.
Another cell phone snap.
