It was a well thought out plan. A little further drive than normal, my destination would be a perfect place to kayak and get to know the massive lake. The "ride" would be an opportunity to get a few extra shots of the scenery and what it had to offer. (Meanwhile, let me tell you now that my laptop was back in the hands of "the genius.")
Not all good plans come to fruition however.
Seeing my gear loaded, my excitement grew. The kayak was, as usual, the last thing to be placed in my car.
Call it fate. Call it destiny.
Call it what you will.
Regardless of what we call it, it happened. As I twisted/turned lifting the kayak, I felt a small pop in my rib cage.
That, my friends, was the end of my adventure! I guess it was my body's way of telling me to "stop, slow down" because for a few days, inhaling deeply was very uncomfortable to say the least. The sedate lifestyle for several days reminded me of one of my favorite Edward Abbey quotes:
."An indoor life is the next best thing to a premature burial." .
Putting the things planned on hold, I remained "home" for a few days.
I had to because today I am participating in a "TLGV Members Only Paddle."
Check this out...
"little tiny fish", I thought....
"making cute little shadows on the river bottom", I thought.
"WRONG...just bubbles to make me smile."
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
Attitude Adjustment Time
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