Last September, we went kayaking for the day, Nate and I. We put in at a populated spot and paddled south and east, upriver where the blue turned green and nature canopied over us. We went farther still and found a bog and a small stream just deep enough for us to continue paddling until the water was too shallow and narrow to keep going. We turned around then and went back through the bog and then turned due east, the current growing stronger now and our strokes faster. We could see a lock ahead where we’d paddle into and, once surrounded by four steel and concrete walls, await the water to level down and us with it. We’d repeat the process again on our way back, this time our boats rising with the rush of water leveling us up.
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