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...A list by the editor:
..A list by the editor:
-Kayaking in a holy skirt upstream on a Class I river with no paddle in black fly season.
-Listening to your little brother’s crappy garage band practice Jack Johnson’s “Flake” from noon ‘til midnight (as long as there is a well-equipped fridge nearby).
--Hanging out with Phil and Bill for a week in late April up in The Forks. We cleaned up around the campground on Lake Moxie during the day; and told stories about hunting, spotting wildlife and acting rambunctious as not-so-youngsters at night. All the stories began something like this: “There we were: Scared shitless / It was him or me / Came up ‘round the corner, saw blues and gave her some, hard / Believe it or not fellas, t’was a time when I was a bit stronger than I am now / I tell you what, a beaver’s tail cooked slow over hot coals is the best part of that animal to eat / You boys know that straightaway on Boise Road / Five in the morning and we come up over this ridge, a mama bear’s standing right there, and she’s pissed...”
-Making reality television.
-At-home surgery on your own ingrown toenail.
-Hanging out with horses.
-Taking a three and a half hour kayak run through the Kennebec Gorge. Here’s the entry from my paddling journal from that one: “June 8. Kennebec Gorge. 6000 cfs. Chad, Leanne, Richard, Scott, Brian, Dean, Shawn, Heinz, Seth. Put on at 10:15 a.m. and caught just about every eddy in the Upper Alleyway. I tried to surf Whitewasher for the first time ever. I ended up doing two complete flatspins while I surfed it... woulda been psyched for this except I was upside down. I did get on ol’ Big Momma for a few seconds: she bounced me up and down, slapping me around a bit before throwing me off. I got to see Leanne surf the hell out of the hole river right just below Chase Stream Sluice; then her and Chad and Scott took their turns getting munched at Goodbye Hole (Scott did have a decent ride on surfer’s left until the foam pile swallowed him). Got to hang out in the sun across from Z- Turn for a bit, and then worked on my spinning (upright) at Endless Summer Wave with Heinz and Seth. At Carry Brook, the nine of us (plus another dude who hadn’t set up shuttle, but he didn’t get to bring his boat) piled our gear and ourselves into Leanne’s truck. That was one tight shuttle ride.”
-Shooting broken televisions.
-Taking your father (or son) boating in whitewater for his first time.
-Falling down the stairs and standing up to: MORE FABULOUS PRIZES!!! (listening to Tom O. and Mr. Mike)
-Loopin’.
-Reggae Weekend.
-Sitting around the campfire and making up new words to old songs.
-Employing a copy editor. That’s right folks, from now on, No Umbrella will have another set of eyes perusing the paper before it is released to the paddling public. Those eyes belong to Naomi Mozzicato. We checked out her résumé and I noticed that on the cover page, she had spelled résumé with the little thing over the “e” and I said “hey, how do you do that?” and she got in front of my computer and said, “like this.” And I said, “Wow! Hey that’s great! Can you start today?”
-One more thing: high fives are making a comeback.
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