This was a big day. After only a little over a year of rowing at all I worked up the courage to bring my best friend (pictured) out on the Gorge section of the South Fork American. My heart ALWAYS races leading into Satan’s–the hydraulics are absolutely savage for all of the few seconds you’re in it, but it sure seems like a screw up could be bad. Today, with the pup insisting on riding shotgun on my left tube, the pulse must’ve been double the usual and my focus about half. But here we are, all my greatest loves in one place. The pup even knew to high side (not needed but appreciated).