It’s really not an Outrage,
until one’s stood on end.
But chill we will baptised beginning,
again, again, again.
If that ol’ paddler’s adage, “Ya ain’t really learnin’ unless yer gettin’ wet,” holds any water, we’re gonna have t’call ya, Doctor Dunk, Erik.
“Man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”
A lot of people wouldn’t, and there will come a time when I won’t either, but I am not there yet. It is a beautiful remote run in the ME wilderness. At the level I ran it there are 30 class II/III rapids over 14-miles. I have done it without swims several times before, but no such luck this time. The price you pay. It is still one of my favorites. It is not all rapids - here is one of the pretty and calm sections.
Hate to say it, but I am the perpetual winner of our club’s Rubber Duckie Award for the most swims. This swim puts me at the head of the pack for this year’s award. Doctor Dunk would work. 
