This was the water vehicle of choice...and time really did reverse going solo upstream. Just as it was getting dark, I feathered the stern to face home while taking full credit for the distance travelled in a relatively short period. Digging the paddle as far and hard as possible (wow) I realized the boat was at a stand still. The current in this narrow river is strong. After three attempts at rushing the river, it became painfully apparent that my yoga pecks need plenty more work. Bob thought he was in a gondola going downstream but hid under the thwart while I pulled him back through the "rapids".
Next trip we will be escorted by big Venetian pecks.
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