second date. the young lady I was squiring had been kayaking for over six years. I had kayaked exactly twice. We/she decides a mellow run on the upper C would be a good idea. I attempt every single way out of this I can to no avail. the Upper C is about as easy as water gets in Colorado. alas, we head out.
we drop in at Yarmony.
she decides I need try a wet exit. we'll call this exit #1. it was a hot day. so getting wet wasn't a big deal.
we paddle into the first rapid. she decides to roll through fakey/switch. mainly to watch me flail. miraculously, I make it through the rapid and am thinking I'll atleast not completely embarass myself.
not so fast. rapid #2, I make it almost completely through and inexplicably point my kayak at the only obstacle I needed to avoid. this rock flipped me like Kaiser Soeze. I exit and she gets my paddle as I swim with my kayak to the side. laughs ensue. I'd cut my self as I came out of the boat, no big deal.
rapid #3, the S rapid. once again, I make it through about 90% of the rapid and then dump myself. this time I tag my thigh on a rock. think nothing of it, and get back in.
I make it out of rapid #4, no problemo. some, not much of my pride is intact.
what seemed to be light bruises in the cold water ended up being nasty contousions. I could barely sleep that night as I think my body was fevering out to try and heal.
I'm progressing well with the kayaking this summer, not so well with the girl.
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