Quick Paddle

Perfect evening for the inaugural surf ski paddle of the summer. Felt comfortable and stable but not in shape yet to pull the boat at hull speed for very long.

I had just thought of a service to offer - a listening booth - at Burning Man if I decide to go when a young fisherman on the dock began to hassle me for being too close. Although I engaged with what I thought was curiosity and compassion, I failed to stop the exchange from escalating. Hmmmm - something to think about as I head off with Tom for 2 days of mountain biking in Squamish!

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