Lazy Days in Lodore

Day Five
The Longest Day

On the Grand they ask:
“What day is it?”
“What week is it?”
You lose time, and time loses you, you live in the here and now, and think only as far the the next rapid, or maybe the next meal. The days are long and yet they seem to fly by. You can get lost on the river, but it’s not geographical lost, its a time warp. What causes this to occur? The river floating ever on, the rapids, the schlepping, or perhaps the camaraderie. Time is not steady on the river, it whiles away, and then flies past you in waves and rocks. Relaxation is a good game of horseshoes, a good diner prepared by others, and always the discussions and memories of the day. Here you can take advantage of the peace and solitude, there is no laundry to be done, grass to mow, and bills to pay, there is only the here and now.

Every trip begins with madness, the planning, implementing, organizing. Somewhere in all of this, layers are stripped away until finally there is just you and the river, and the here and now.

We do get up before dawn, we do get on the river by 7 am, with only coffee keeping us going. And it’s COLD!!!! We make all of our goals, and make it though the “lake” before the afternoon wind. From there on it’s meandering again, games of steal the flag, floating in the river, suddenly we are in no hurry to get to the take out. This has been a truly lovely trip, and we come away with memories that will stay with us forever.