The Next Generation
Took the kids to my favorite river a few weeks ago. They got to raft The Ocoee River, and we were there for our Old Timer’s Kayak Trip. The kids can’t conceive it, of course, but their moms and dads used to go to this river every second or third weekend to kayak. Now, we’re all older and the kids’ schedules (not to mention all the other stuff that the years lay at your feet) dictate that we can’t just run off to the river all the time. It’s a seven hour drive, after all. At my peak driving capabilities, that was nothin’. And, if my plans work out and I attend a few conventions with my Hubris Roadshow, then my driving skills will again be honed to a fine edge. Oh, the places that life takes us… or returns us to. With our kids.