Finding your stroke...

[adios pantalones]

Perfect flatwater, I mean pre-dawn, glass, see the clouds reflected in the water kinda perfect. Quiet as a tomb, couple of gulls cry in the distance...

And then, all the training and practice clicks in and the stroke is flowing. Effortless, silent, powerful paddling. You feel the muscles as they recognize the rhythm and take over. No splash, no cavitation, no noise, just the whisper of drips off the blade on the return swing.

Sweet.

[C-raig]

This wouuld make a perfect hikuai ;-0.

I've been spending all my time lately fighting the winds and chop.