On Sunday I returned from an epic kayaking trip from Cordova to Valdez, Alaska. Some friends and I paddled one hundred miles to complete the journey, camping in the rainforest and on beaches as necessary along the way. After about the fourth day, setting up and tearing down the tents in the ever-present rain became a barely noticed routine, and we existed each as self-contained units with our qayaks - food, gun, shelter, transportation - creeping North along the Eastern coast of Prince William Sound.
We also had a small travel guitar (above) which provided some entertainment.
It was a fantastic adventure but very grueling. The journey was made a bit closer to me as I grew up in Valdez, our destination. This, coupled with an often anguishing path of paddling against wind and tide, which summons many mental demons to fight along the way, and the hypnotizing nature of the sea provided opportunity for much reflection and soul searching. My paddle blade, as if Occam's razor in its rhythm and blues.
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