On
9/19 Tuesday, I had a wild adventure canoeing with my Treks and Texts
peers. We met at the REC center, which
is what I did for my Moonlit Paddle excursion I did last spring. Last spring was an evening experience with
the Rec center, and the waters were still and dark. However, today’s trip was in the late
afternoon. I heard that the forecast
predicted a storm, but it didn’t look that bad as we lined up in front of the
Rec center transport and brought canoeing materials. We drove a half hour out to the waters, and
it started to seem a bit stormy. The
waves were crashing against the shore and I could feel the wind in my
hair.
I
partnered with my professor to canoe and we set off on the water as soon as
everyone else had paired up and set sail.
Rather quickly, I realized that it was not going to be an easy
trip. My past experiences at a campsite
or two mainly consisted of kayaks, which are less wobbly than the canoe, which
already had me feeling a bit anxious.
The water became quickly tumultuous and waves began to shove into the
front of the canoe, where I was stationed.
The website Wikihow tells me “[w]ho should be in the front and back of a
canoe… the bowman at the front of the canoe should set the pace, and the stern
man should adjust their paddling to match them”, and I agree with this
conclusion. I was not too aware of this
information, but the professor gave some pointers earlier when we were on land,
and with his guidance we were able to keep the canoe in a mostly consistent
path forward.
Nearing
the middle of the body of water, we came to realize that the waves were
becoming stronger, and it would be the best course of action to head back to
shore. Signaling down the other vessels,
we began our course towards the opposing side of land as it was nearer. The land was sticky and muddy, and splashes of
water leapt at me as I disembarked my canoe, making me grateful to have donned
crocs rather than my only good pair of shoes for this adventure. Other students were not as lucky, as they brought
their white sneakers. I have for a while
been interested in purchasing my own pair of white shoes because it appears to
be the most popular choice of footwear on campus, but as I often step into
grassy areas like the commons (with the outdoorsy and confident spirit I
possess), I fear that I might soon soil the expensive shoes.
As
the class had to take a moment to collect themselves and prepare for the voyage
back to the Rec center van, which would entail crossing the moody waters, I was
left for some minutes to myself. I took
this time to observe the rocks and shells on the muddy shore. All of a sudden, a pair of daring sailors
from our class who had begun to embark found the powerful waves near land to
push their canoe over! It was filled
with water and the students were soaked, trudging back with wet shoes and cell
phones. Despite the unfortunate and
shocking circumstance, they soon laughed it off, and it would be a memory of an
adventure they would not soon forget. I felt
two things at this moment. The first, gratitude
that I was not in their shoes, literally and figuratively, for it would be cold
and wet with no towel to dry off. The
second, admiration, because I don’t think I would have been able to return to
bright spirits after such an event, and I appreciate how they could bring a
positive outlook at that moment.
In the end, everyone got back to shore safely, even though
it took awhile to brave the waves that kept knocking all canoes off
course. I put double the effort into
rowing that I had on the way there. Some
of us found our canoes a bit further down the shore due to the push of waves,
but with some teamwork, we all brought the canoes back to the Rec center
transport and prepared for our journey home.
In a later email, our professor would express how this was not the most
optimal canoeing experience for many first-timers, and I agree that it was
definitely a wild ride. However, the
thrill from the waves, the positive vibes students gave off, and the group
effort and mindset all came together to make this a good experience in the end,
or at least, a memorable time.
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