I think that I always look forward to paddling in October because it was late September/early October when I first started paddling in 1995. I started with a nice little boat that I could "piddlefart" around in -- a Wilderness Systems Rascal. I took that little boat everywhere. I spent most of my time in it on Town Lake and on the San Marcos River. For a wide, stable boat, it could make the turns it needed to as the river curved.
The Rascal took me to places I'd never been before to see things tha
t I'd never seen or felt before. I explored around Red Bud Island and discovered turtles, ducks, and other wildlife. I sat in a cool spring that I found nestled in the rocks on the south shore. I saw my first nutria, and was chased by swans. I found my river guide -- the great blue heron -- on almost every journey down the river. The majestic bird would flap its wings, and show me the way.Paddling introduced me to so many new people, so many close friends. I love being able to paddle quietly with someone, each of us in our own world, yet together. I learned to trust and depend on others, and to have them trust and depend on me. I found spirituality in being one with the water and a part of creation.
What a world paddling has opened for me.

