You see, the kind of kayaking we do is more or less just floating with just a bare minimum of extra effort. This isn’t white-water kayaking where you wear a “skirt” that seals you into the kayak so that water can’t get into the kayak. This is simply floating along with the current and using the paddle to keep you headed more or less straight. Meanwhile, you glide almost silently along, basking in the summer heat and sunshine and meandering past wildlife of all sorts.
And, while I am with friends, we usually end up strung out along the river, near enough so that should we require assistance, all is well, but far enough apart that we can be alone with our thoughts. This leads to the moments of peace I have come to cherish on these excursions. I float along, the wind softly rustling the leaves in the trees, the flies, dragonflies and other winged creatures buzzing around and various other critters chattering and clattering around me. The sun invariably shines down, bathing me in the warmth. Each breath fills my nostrils with the scents of the river: trees, grass, water. Aside from the sounds just described, it’s quiet. No engines or traffic noise. No sounds of modern living. Its just me and nature.
I often lean back and close my eyes. My mind takes me back to the days of the indians or the great explorers. I imagine what it would be like back then, before ipods and fast food and cars and the internet. I find myself wishing that I could make these moments last forever.

December 8th, 2009 at 9:20 pm
I love this post! We went rafting on the Colorado earlier this year — a first for me. It was such an adventure with lots of little moments of peace in between. Thank you so much for reminding me of the experience. Makes me feel at peace right now!
December 8th, 2009 at 11:22 pm
I have always wanted to raft on the Colorado. I’ve hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and camped so I can only imagine what it would be like. I’m glad my post brought you back to the peace you had earlier in the year. Peace to you!