Nov 26 2015
Regular readers of In the Same Boat may remember that I’d been making plans to go home again by water, paddling south from my present home in the northern Adirondack foothills to the riverside cabin where I spent some of the happiest days of my childhood. I expected to get under way in early September, but by late August it was clear that this wouldn’t be possible. An old injury had started giving me new trouble early in the year, and it proved frustratingly slow to heal. (Some unsolicited advice to readers: Don’t ski into the unyielding trunk of a mature oak at thirty‑plus miles per hour.) While the resulting infirmity didn’t prevent me from taking short trips on my home waters, it made a three‑week trek involving much upstream work and many portages impractical, not to say foolhardy. I’d no wish to be invalided out halfway to my destination. The upshot? I decided to put off my departure till next year, hoping that the fates would be more kindly disposed by then.
But even though my plans are (as yet) unrealized, I’m left with a debt of gratitude to the many readers who’ve written to me since I first broached the idea of the “Journey Home.” You offered your good wishes, as well as plenty of valuable advice and heartening encouragement. You also asked questions, and while I’ve done my best to answer them by return mail (somewhat slowly at times, I confess), one question in particular recurred so often that I think it warrants a public response: Will you paddle alone? … Read more…
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