We paddle upriver as if in slow motion. The air feels thick, resisting every movement, pushing back against us. We are deafened, the caller’s cries lost. Waves slap the boat and splash up at every angle. Turning around, we hope to coast home; instead, we are rocked and buffeted in the white-capped wake.
Exhilarating! We climb ashore exhausted, but the most awake and alive we’ve been all day. I climb on my bike with the wind at my back this time, and fly down the waterfront towards home.