We head to the garage for a Saturday excursion. Step #1 is to lift, load, and tether the blue kayak to the top of the SUV, and my orange kayak slides inside the back window, with its nose nestled between the driver and passenger seats. After a quick 5-minute drive we arrive to our destination, Lake Springfield. Why drive farther?
We remove the kayaks and begin Step #2. We shove off from the murky shore. The sun glistening off the calm waters confirms my love of kayaking. My upper arms feel tight, but blood-flow quickly invites flexibility's return. Paddling becomes second nature as sun, water and overall beauty take precedence.
Mild temperatures invite slews of kayakers this day. The interest-factor multiplies as we share cordial "Hi" 's with giggling families enjoying the great outdoors. We normally paddle for 45 minutes, but today, time seems to fly because of distractions.
We press on, passing under the US 65 bridge, and head deeper into the lake's narrowing route. I like this part of the river because the water is clearer and it feels more protected. One never knows what will be around a secluded corner, like the dude in his kayak hiding under low-hanging branches strumming his guitar.
The Moment of Jump |
My husband's vantage point captures a serendipitous, 6-second video of 6 pseudo-synchronized jumpers. I hear one excited participant say: "The coolest feeling is the moment of jump!"
The Moment of Jump is how I begin to describe invigorating Step #3 PURGE of The PAPA Prayer.
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