My wife and I were recently thumbing through some old photo books, mostly marveling at how our son has grown. One of them has this photo of her from a couple of days we spent in Park City about five years ago. I adore this photo and treasure being able to bring her a smile.
It was a perfect, perfect morning to go out paddling. Cool air, glassy water that turned to a few light riffles with a breath of breeze, and the rising sun made for a calming, restoring time on the water.
This morning’s sunrise paddle session was short: it was breezy and cold! I was really glad to have kept my favorite sweater in my dry bag, because I couldn’t have gone out on the water without it. Even so, it was chilly, and I was scared of falling into that cold water.