click. switch. gone. I’m chasing my mind again. I didn’t know what was happening when I rolled out of bed, woken up by a text. gathered the pieces of my boat and headed for the river. a walking disaster, the shittiest show of them all. I put in for bear trap in the afternoon with a thunder clap and sunshine.

when do you stop being scared of what you’re about to run?

virgin run was through the kitchen sink. flowing at 1700 ft. less pushy. high side on the first rock, spin around and drop the falls in reverse. lost an oar, recovered, and made it through the pin hole. what happened? after all that the green wave was none existent.

like tim said, after you do this, you won’t be so scared of many things. baptism by fire. sink or swim.