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Muscle memory on the Green River
It had been 10 years since I’d held a paddle. My previous canoeing experience had consisted of gliding across the glassy lakes of the Sierra Nevada. And while Lake Tahoe and Lake Lahontan could become treacherous in a storm, they did not represent the intrinsic peril of the swift, boney river onto which I was about to embark. There have been many times in my…
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