Here we go again! The race is on.
Temps are forcast to be 32 as a high today and 23 as a low tonight. For those of you who have not experienced paddling in this weather the temperature is not the problem that you might think it would be. You are not cold. You do not shiver and think hypothermic thoughts. However, your nose will run, the water drops flinging off your paddle will make a clacking noise when they hit your boat, and it is particularly difficult to tie your boat on the car when it keeps sliding off. I suppose the ramp could also pose a slide-off hazard to anyone approaching the rivers edge in rubber booties, too. That would suck, but it would be kinda funny.
Last month Sartori's wit way outdid mine. We were the only two racers because Hogan's wife apparently likes him more than Joe's wife does and told him to forget paddling in 27 degree weather with icebergs. (This month something may have changed because she's letting him paddle in 23 degree weather!) Iceburgs?!? Yes, there were a couple of floaters. They added an interesting twist, I think.
As we took of I was feeling good but there just wasn't a lot of Octane in my stroke. Joe passes me right away and hugs the River Left bank upstream for as longs as he's in my vision. I cross over to river right to take advantage of what I think will be slower current and hear a noise. Long whining agonizing quiet howl. Oh, dear! I think it's a puppy dog. I wonder what to do. He's probably been soaked and is going to die if I don;t help but I am in this tiny little kayak and I don't particularly like dogs anyway. Another whimper finds it's way to my ears. I scan the shoreline...probably should be watching for floating obstacles but I really have a problem with suffering and think I might help the damn thing. One last whine...Wait! It's Joe!
I wonder if he tipped and is freezing? Good thing I have my cell phone. I can call Danielle and let her know she was right to keep Hogan off the river this time. Just about the time I was about to cross back over to River Left to continue my race I figured out it was an Owl.
Joe was not without sound effects, however. 10 minutes after the owl's serenade I hear a hollowing crrruuunchh noise. The sound of sideswiping an iceberg in a composite boat. It echos loud in those boats! Joe let's out some expression of dismay and I see a blurry figure jut out from it's shadow along the shore. Tee Hee.
Congratulations, Joe Sartori, winner of the January Sunset Race.
Come join us for the Winter Wonderland version of the Sunset Series Races.
Greentree Park to GreenTree Park meet at 530pm Burger and beer afterwards at TJ's Bring a drysuit for max comfort! 2 dollar entry fee, winner takes all.
Call JoJo for more info 314-49-triple7-49
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