The best kayaker is the one having the most fun

While the boys were running the Golden Gate section of the SF American, my personal mission was to be as helpful as possible. I drove 3 separate groups of paddlers to the top of the run. I bought the guys a 24-pack of PBR (Portland!). I flirted with Safeway bakery girl and ate too many donuts. Trying to maintain public optimism in the face of increasing swelling and discomfort in my shoulder was difficult. I didn’t want to smile and joke.  I wanted to be miserable. I wanted to be kayaking. I didn’t want to be sitting in a truck in the middle of a whitewater fantasyland. Read More »