Kayaking
On a cold winters morn, high up in the hills,
A group gathered to seek out crazy ass thrills.
They cracked the ice that formed up on their suit,
Then leapt into to river, down a crazy ass chute.
The water picked up speed as it tumbled along,
Whilst plastic entombed adventurers charged at it headlong.
As the river disappeared over a bottomless fall,
That made their creek boats seem ever so small.
Braced for implosion they landed with style,
And emerged from the foam with a crazy ass smile.
Not phased by the encounter, not showing restrain,
They shouldered their boat to run it again.
I was a latecomer to kayaking, not picking up a paddle until I was almost 40 years old. I was lucky to be embraced by a group of crazy people who looked after me, pushing me to develop and challenge myself at a time when it would have been easy to fester in my comfort zone. We all need friends like this from time to time!