So there we were, sitting in our rafts at the pushoff point, waiting to begin our 3rd and final whitewater run of the day. A lady comes paddling up in her solo kayak, asking us if we saw her friend up river. Which is well and good, but what really struck me was her age. Judging by the lines on her face, she must have been well into her 60s, if not 70s. And here she was, kayaking class IV rapids on the Kern on a perfect summer day. When our guide complimented her on her sweet looking carbon fiber paddle, she said thanks, and that she got it for her birthday.
Can you imagine that birthday party?
Happy Birthday Gramma! We all chipped in a got you this insanely high tech paddle. It weighs less than air! We hope you like it!
Dude, if I ever get to the point where my grandchildren felt like I could get really jazzed over a carbon fiber paddle on my 65th birthday... I'd consider that a life lived.
