Traditionally the first K1 race on the calendar. Hadn’t paddled for a month. Figured a race the appropriate way to get going again. Bout one third in, the river dried and there was 500m of muddy portaging. But it was all downhill hereafter. My old man nearly caught me. Did the most magic long ride with Stoltz on mtb’s in the afternoon. Watched the sunset from the saddle. A must. Some sight.
