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Paddlin' down the Navasota

Updated on May 28, 2013
Navasota River
Navasota River | Source

Just recently...a friend of mine had a group of people over to camp on his Parent's property. The highlight of the campout was a canoe/kayak trip down the Navasota River. What fun!

Well, somehow I ended up on one of those ocean surf Kayaks. You know the ones that are more like a surfboard...and you sit on them all bent over the whole time. no "spring chicken"! I am young at heart, but the ol' body has a way of letting each of us know just how old we really are. So...after about four hours of my back being folded over and compressed like an was screaming from discomfort of being stationed in one awkward place, and my legs had no feeling in them at all.

When younger...this would have presented the ultimate challenge of endurance. Yet...older now...I have to what price do we push on? No worries...I completed my journey...and paddled the whole way through it. I have the sore shoulders to prove me.

Also, along with many an "endless" bend in the river, short spell of rapids, paddling into the wind, eating a large amount of gnats, mosquitoes, and flies, sliding over rocks, sandbars, and half-submerged logs...lies some kind of underlying hidden truth or defining moment. As a Poet who likes to engross himself into thought, the ways of nature, older ways that folks use to live, and just an all out love for being outdoors...I had to tell myself...What is the point of endlessly paddling down a River? Especially one that you have never been on. You are at the mercy of the destination...and whatever comes along...while on your way.

Sure...that is an analogy of "Life". A lot of things are...but there is something to this...that is more meaningful then that...but the odd thing is...I can't quite place it. About a month ago...I wanted to write about "Rivers". About how we now just drive right over an instant and barely acknowledge the sign on the bridge with the name of the "River" on it. In the past, everyone was connected by Rivers. They were often treacherous to negotiate across. Your whole community could have been built around one due to the commerce that was received along the river, or the fact that you could ship things out along the river. And, the "River" was obviously used as a water resource. The river was a life artery...a water highway...and now we just drive right over them. Drive over high bridges above the river below...Many of us...never stopping to take a moment and watch the slow current move the water along...from a bank of a river.

Are we out of touch with the World around us...or am I just doing too much thinking on this?

Come along on a somewhat gentle...and somewhat "never-ending" paddling journey with me, MPM. See if there is something more to a water trek along 10-12 miles of a Texas River. See if it is a good just get out with the trees, the birds, and the riverbank...and just keep paddling and paddling some destination...which is somewhere way up ahead!

"Wooo-ooo...I'm in a River!"

And...Here's the "Manly" Poem about this Water trek down a Texas River. I call it: "Paddlin' down the Navasota"

My Paddle pushes the water...again, again, and again,,,

I am at the mercy of the current, the wind, and the endless riverbend.

I paddle to gain splash at a time...

With each splash of water...I splash clear my mind.

Further and further...down past the point...where there is no going back...

Only thing left is to push on...Close the distance...Stay on this track !

A nice gentle journey can become one set into rigid determination...

When your body is screaming...and your ego is left with no explanation.

All of the sudden....the adventure you decided to join for fun...

Can take on other you count each stroke of the by one.

Look at that hawk above...and obviously...that was an alligator gar...

Paddlin' downstream at the speed of walking...not getting anywhere fast...or very far.

Out...along the riverbanks...with a slowly changing view...

You paddle to the place inside...that somehow is a part of you.

Go a little further on...Don't worry about how you feel...

Life isn't always a cake walk...Sometimes taking up a just part of the deal !

Muscles ache...and I am way out'ta shape for this anyway...

Time to board back in your watercraft...This is what you signed up to do...right

Though in the scheme of things...this river trip has very little impact in life of who you are...

But there is no stopping...jump back in the kayak...after a short break along the sandbar.

If this has no measure of who I the final outcome...

Why...will I not rest until the end...and our journey is over and done ?

A small alligator is under the canoe nearby...

The tall riverbank is uncivilized the whole way...with a variety of birds in the sky.

A turtle every now and then...

A fish waves a I was his friend.

The wind pushes me to a complete standstill...

I recheck once again my spirit...My ability to assert my will.

I want to make it around the next bend up ahead...

I want to shoot a couple more small rapids...flowing over the shallow riverbed.

I have the time to just look around...

All is quiet but a splashing sound.

The sky is clear...a tree cracks and falls under eroding ground along the river side...

How many through time have paddled a river like this...there is no time...while on this ride.

Paddlin', Paddlin' and Paddlin'...some more...

Passing along miles of river shore,

There is nothing here but the water, some friends, and a timeless watercraft.

I stop to glide a water starts filling in from a slow leak...aft.

My back is so is making it difficult to paddle this boat another minute...

I'll be damned if I stop right now...or make it to our destination...without beng in it.

This is the water trek...I am on...this is the river trip I am on for today...

I will stay on this journey...and keep Paddling...though a few challenges stand in my way.

I have nice country air all around me...and plenty of cool water to splash my face...

What more can a man ask for...Paddlin' this point in time and at this place.

Not sure if there is a deep meaning to a is a test of my own personal battle.

Come and join a kayak ride down the Navasota River with me...Get ready to paddle, paddle, paddle!

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If you ever hear this music on a River...Paddle faster! (Theme music from "Deliverance"; 1972)

Pics From The "Water Trek" Down the Navasota River:

All Photos Taken By Ronald Rushing
All Photos Taken By Ronald Rushing


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