tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-64541122782029616242008-07-01T13:44:00.002-05:002008-07-01T13:49:33.707-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes The Magic Works...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGp7TXAgmrI/AAAAAAAAB74/X6arvX_st5Y/s1600-h/romany.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SGp7TXAgmrI/AAAAAAAAB74/X6arvX_st5Y/s400/romany.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218118690786024114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">...sometimes it doesn't. Woke to a "perfect" day. Warm, light air and warm waters waiting out at Lake Nemahbin. So, I load up and make the 35 mile drive and launch at the DNR site (above). I paddle to the area where we practice. The water is warm, clear and free of weeds. Then I roll...<br /><br />...and it feels like a Greyhound bus. It's sloppy and has no snap or style. I feel clumsy, and my timing isn't the way I'd like it to be. Finally, I miss an angel roll, the first miss since I don't remember when. I pack it in and meet JB at Caribou for solace and coffee. It turns out to be the best part of the day...so far. Tomorrow may be different.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-6454112278202961624?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com1