Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Skinny Stick Helpings
The early mornings were misty, still and already warm. As I slowly realised I was awake, I would hear mist drops which, having condensed on the pine needles high above my tent, had now reached a size too large to hang on. Down they fell, bouncing off the fly and telling me it was time to meet the world of Delmarva. Poking my head out, I'd head to breakfast, but others were already on the water, communing with whatever it is that draws us to paddling in traditional boats.
The rest of the days were filled with helping. Helping me with my new boat, my balance brace, my sculling braces and rolling. Helping wherever help was wanted, people were beside you lending a hand, a paddle, a quiet bit of encouragement, a cheer when you got it. Help paddling, rolling, speaking, making paddles, hanging out, skinning boats. Whatever. Even getting married!
Delmarva. Special people doing special things, sharing a cultural experience that's spread far from its roots without losing sight of where it came from. Makes your spine tingle!