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ou steer your kayak downriver, your heart hammering like a hummingbird’s wings against your chest. Are you ready for this? No turning back now. The swirling eddies and cascading currents that lead to Monster Rock are just ahead. You surge forward, the foam flying and rapids roaring. A shout escapes your lips before you even realize An overworked it: “Wooooohooooo!” waitress approaches a This is living. regular customer and Quick paddle strokes move asks, “Do you know you past one boulder, then the difference between another. Suddenly, there it you and a kayak?” The is. A black mound bigger than customer shakes his your garage. The Mother of All River Rocks. head no. “Sometimes,” You know from scouting the waitress says, “a this spot that the current kayak tips.” is your true enemy. You’ve got to veer left, before the raging water takes your cork of a craft, slams it against stone, and mashes you into pumpkin pulp. Time to paddle!
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