These moments for me are benchmarks for this expedition. They are moments of meditation on the here and now. We travel along an ancient pathway using an ancient method and begin to view the modern as strange and out of place as we may seem to those viewing us from above. The waterway has been altered over time, from natural flow to dam controlled resevoirs and streams. The mode of transport has evolved from dugout tree to molded plastics, but the path and the way of getting there come just the same --one paddle stroke at a time. We wake up, pack, eat breakfast, laugh, paddle, eat some more, paddle some more, laugh some more, find camp, go to sleep and do it all over again in the morning.
Continued on part 2.