May 15, 2018
If you have ever dreamed of getting out on the whitewater on a SUP or just want to live through someone who has vicariously, this is a must read. Spending days "roughing it" and hanging out with some of the best paddlers in the world can be humbling and enlightening as well as a little hair raising.
DIRTBAG WHIRLWIND: STAYING YOUNG ON WESTERN WHITEWATER
By SUP Magazine
A SHOESTRING ADVENTURE IN UNFAMILIAR WATERS IN THE NAME OF FREEDOM, EXPLORATION AND STAYING STOKED
Words by Mike Misselwitz
Photos by Zach Mahone
The June heat bent the air rising off the rails as we pulled from the station at Grand Junction. Western Colorado's vast Grand Mesa flashed between the adjacent boxcars creating optical illusions in the heat waves. We barreled out of Junc-town into the arid plateaus, passing oaks and hay bales, cows and an odd couple of fornicating goats, and then, the centerpiece--the mighty Colorado River--weaving through the high desert like the stitching of a well-worn quilt.
I took over an empty row in the back of the lounge car and sprawled across the seats like an unsupervised child. It'd been too long since I'd kicked off my shoes, shut down my laptop and just sat still; too many months of work-eat-sleep-repeat. That sort of concrete daily existence wears on a person such as myself raised free to roam on dirt and play in water.
Staring into the Colorado's runoff roar, the bumper-to-bumper baggage of my "normal" life back in Southern California--a life, which as of late, seemed to be relentlessly grownup--was displaced by the reprieve of this journey.
The grind to make my way in the world paused as the world came to my window. I felt like a kid again, but I still had some work to attend to.
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