When we were young my siblings and our spouses use to whitewater canoe. We would spend three days and 20 or 30 miles on a wild river in the east. One lesson the river taught us; often our canoe was going to be carried along by the river faster than we could paddle and at that point a great decision had to be made, either hold on or learn to steer. At first, steering was a means of not wrecking but with experience, we learned that steering was the best way to enjoy the whitewater river. Such is all of life.
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| The first river we did, The Big South Fork before it was a National Park. |
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