Shoes
Published March 15, 2010 | 
She said you’ve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds,
– paul simon
It’s Monday. It’s the day after Canoecopia. Justine Curgenven is down in Chicago paddling Lake Michigan’s Gold Coast, Darren Bush, owner of Rutabaga, benevolent ruler of all things Canoecopia, is also off for a well deserved paddle. I on the other hand, like so many other attendees have get back at the millstone to pay for my 3 days of irresponsibility and personal spending. What to say? Well, do you know one of those people who just keeps talking and talking, mixing sentences without spaces and never taking a moment to breathe? I could be that guy…
I could tell you about speakers or Cinnamon Roasted Nuts. I could talk about how I got through security quite accidentally with someone’s business card instead of the proper pass. I could talk about low head dams or the Second Harvest Food Bank or maybe the Aldo Leopold Nature Center folks who sat next to Team Survivor out in the hallway. I could talk about the friends of the lower Wisconsin, or little Kayak Anna. I could hype up the new giant Hatteras by Impex or ask Pyranha why everything new seems to need the word “Pod”. I could talk of LV in both Aquanaut & Cetus or mention Cetus MV which is bigger than LV but less than “just is”. I could say I saw Fabio, and speaking of stars, that Freya Hoffmesiter was on a magazine cover, a poster and more . I tell you Steve Scherrer said, “Yaw” and that I was in the pool rolling with out a kayak but really, nobody asked. I can talk about twitter with Foldbot kayaks while signing up with Wenonah on Facebook to win stuff. There was a cool tent that stood up almost my itself. Speaking of stand up, I could mention the guy who wanted to talk all about standup in the hallway which meant I missed lunch, (but that’s what we do) or how sexy Ben Lawry looks on his DVD.. (Well, maybe not!) I could tell you who got drunk, or cheerful or sloppy silly or eventually hung over at the Saturday night party. (We’re not all purists, are you crazy??). I could tell you about that carrying pack for the dog.. (Notice i didn’t go for the rhyme and say “Rover). I could say who was dancing all night and all morning. There was a new traditional paddle maker who’s paddles were as long as the stories. I could tell this year was unofficially at least 15% better than last year. (Now with more chocolate) There’s a lot of positive news. And yet, I could also say that I know one vendor who sadly didn’t do well this time around. I could compliment Bell on their totally cool background or tell you that Kokatat’s booth was just rockin’. I could talk about Bike-O-Rama next door that isn’t Canoecopia for bikes. It could be. It should be. It’s not. And I might write soon about how bad our hotel was. But for the moment..
Just because it’s Monday and I’m lacking imagination.. I tell you about the one thing I bought, shoes. In fact we bought two pairs of watershoes from Ahnu. That’s it. Nothing more.
Just shoes.
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