I know I make a big deal out of the blessed solitude of kayaking, but in truth I love nothing more than kayaking with someone else, especially if that someone is one of those No-Time-Has-Passed friends. Couple this with something I have never done, like kayaking in downtown Richmond, and some rocks and whitewater, and I am in heaven. I left a good bit of precious blue plastic on the rocks (nothing like watching pieces of your kayak float downstream in front of you) but that was a small price to pay for this amazing crawl through the James River–a place where I swam and swallowed gallons of water as a child. I didn’t swallow any this time around, but I did take some in the boat. Progress.
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