I can remember when I turned down the opportunity to go to the Great Lakes Sea Kayaking Symposium in Grand Marais, Michigan. After all, Grand Marais is a very, very small community so far north in the UP that gravel roads were still major roadways! Well, they're mostly paved now but Grand Marais is still 3 miles and a left turn off the edge of the world. It's funny looking back. This year I've cut my annual symposium attendance down to two, and GLSKS is standing tall.
But to be honest, I feel bad. I mean, she shouldn't have to give up her heels either. Especially when she's lucky to haul them out once a year. I mean, we make a lot of sacrifices for our relationships.. but high heels shouldn't be one of them. I was thinking I need to find a solution.. but black pimp shoes just are not the answer..
This time of year, the lakes are the domain of the fisher people and the rivers are a risky proposition as well. I'll tell you one thing though, every year when I see the Bald Eagles gathering on the Wisconsin river I feel an urge to hop in my kayak and paddle out for a visit. Thing is, that would be a bad idea.
It's about then you're going to do something stupid. Thing is, is time you learn to catch that feeling before it takes over and refocus yourself. You remember that you do actually know what you're doing, you've seen worse and you simply need to relax and do what you do best.. Life is like that. Happy Thursday. Enjoy the music.