It is the 13th of April meaning in a little over two weeks I will be hitting the river so to speak. My hybrid canoe/kayak sits in the back yard getting the finishing touches taken care of. I pretty much have the sail kit taken care of. Placing and glueing a few d rings to attach things to. mounts to hold GPS and cell phone. Coffee cup holder location yet to be determined as that is a serious piece of rigging.
On one note I am kind of sad to be going. I have a couple young units (children just don’t call them that till we bond) . Spent the last couple days just hanging with them as they are easter break. There are times in the last couple days when they had me wanting to throw myself head first out the second floor balcony. Then 2 minutes later we are wrestling, laughing and playing. Fortunately I will miss them a lot more then they will miss me. Once I am out of site I am out of mind. The same is not true for me.
Of course there is my wife who I am leaving saddled with these two young hooligans. Fortunately we have a friend who stayed with us last fall coming to help out on a daily basis. Along with a few other workaway.com guests. So no one is over burdened with child care. This trip would not be possible without her love and support.
While I dreamt this trip up over a decade ago at the time it was little more then preplanned mid life crisis. Since that time it has morphed into much more. I now see it as an opportunity to repay the Dumont Institute for the education that they provided when I needed it the most. Something that allowed me to break free of my programming and see the matrix for what it really is.
I have never come anywhere close to filming and editing a feature documentary but that isn’t going to stop me from trying. The coincidence that my chosen route is the exact stretch of waters my grandfather John McKay took over 200 years ago to enter the fur trade was the icing on cake that made this too great of an opportunity to pass up.
It’s going to be strange to be on my own for such an extended period of time. Not since my 20’s when I was a dirtbag climber living in my van have I had the opportunity to be lost in my own thoughts with only my miserable self for company. However, it may well be the last time in my life that I have the opportunity to contemplate my existence uninterrupted. Not many people get this opportunity, so I will take advantage of it and not squander away my time.
As far as adventures go this exceeds my guiding/climbing the monster peaks in Peru by quite a bit. While those were challenging they were never over such an extended period of time. Also climbing is or at least was my thing. Paddling however is rather new. Canoe sailing is even newer. I am just hoping that working my entire adult life in the service of others as a risk analysis expert will allow me to make proper judgement suitable for the hazard I am facing at the time. I have allowed plenty of time for this journey so I am not under any pressure to be at such and such a place by such and such a time. That’s a lot of such’s but that may be what it takes to get through this thing in one piece.
Anyhow these are the thoughts that are going through my head at 3am as I prepare to take my kids on a seven hour car ride to Skaha for a few days of early season rock climbing. Have to get back to launching my new web site with an interactive map that will log my progress for those few people who wish to follow along.