down stream. (That helps so you can have the camera ready.) I even managed a picture of the guys practicing for the Olympics, to which I later photographed on site during the actual events.
I came home and wrote a story about it that day, the following is part of that story.
"I have watched kayakers and surfers alike and all I saw was kayakers and surfers, but today I stood on the river bank and noticed something I never had before. I saw a breed of people all of their own, they play, they paddle for hours as if to stitch a quilt among the river, leaving no rapid unchallenged. Like trying to ride a bicycle for the first time and not giving up till you succeed. Kayaker's have that determination, a self maintained energy that refuses to let them give up. With patience and fortitude they strive to surf the hole and master it and for those who can, the greatest triumph brings cheers from their river family and onlookers alike, victory until the next hole.
There is no pain from those who dwell upon the waters. One young man had chunked a place in his knee while bustling down the river and I gave him a paper towel to clean it off. There were so many kayakers stopping that day to eat lunch, that I felt like an intruder, yet I was among a class of people who share the river with God himself.
I had the opportunity to meet one of the river's own, Grateful Ed they called him. He is a dedicated kayaker who studies the river from one side to the other. He holds a oneness that is a tribute to only a few who as brothers in the spirit of wilderness, can attribute great knowledge and sacrifice as they travel on the river of "Heavens Arm".
My spiritual self, now years later, revives the essence of the message of the river. Once again I stand on the banks of the river with the musical breeze passing through the trees as if it were windchimes delicately moving. The waters begin to flow in a steadiness unnoticed by most. The sun begins to crest, the sensation of dawn fills the sky ready to illuminate the vast space above me. Voices are heard as the river begins to speak of her venture for the day, louder and louder as the sun makes her appearance. Glimmers of Elani's sparkle as they dance to the music of the wind and sun as they sing together. Day has begun. With onlookers seemingly in amazement, the wild flowers as they yawn with outstretched petals, smiling as the butterflies make their busy flights to chatter among them. So much joy just to see life. The hawk fly's above on cache's of warm wind to surf their idle spot within the sky. The eyes that watch them from the forest, sit and ponder at the peaceful fortress they have around them. All taking only what they need from mother earth and leaving love behind to regenerate what has been taken. Slight words can be heard as the breeze carries wild bird tales amongst the swirling curves of the river.
There is a sense of oneness within the waters, touching the soul and filling it with peace and joy."
In short summary here lives the lives of all. We, like all things else, seem to recycle our lives. We live for our children, they become our lives and their children live on just like the river flowing strong. Keep in mind the peace your soul is born with, and remember to share. Wind blows the dust away, rain nourishes the foliage, the sun warms the earth and God touches our souls with a baby's birth.