On Sunday, September 4, my brother Mark and I drove 100 miles north to canoe the lovely Kickapoo River for three hours. Had a great time. My first time canoeing since I think 2012 before my transplant. The weather was mid 70s, sunny and not humid. Drawbacks were the river was low, so we scraped and stuck a few times, but never had to get out and push. We didn't get our feet wet. And being Labor Day weekend, the river was crowded. Lots of people who were not real canoeists plus 12 year old boys in kayaks who would shoot in front of you without looking. But the real plus was I had the energy not only to canoe, but to lift the canoe with Mark on and off the car, and carry it down to and up from the river. And my canoe is heavy.
