Yesterday was a rough day. I went through three states in a matter of hours: PA, WV, and OH. After passing the point of origin (a surrey point used by the fore fathers), the winds picked up a bit! So much so that it created a three to four foot swell going up river. I fought for every foot I could get, and after four hours of paddling, I traveled a mile. So I stopped for a break in a, under a maple tree. I was hoping that the wind would change on this otherwise beautiful day. They didn't so I continued in the same fashion for another couple of hours till I went past a marina and decided to stop. There I asked for a coke and got a beer instead. After Chad (the guy I met) and I had talked for awhile, he introduced me to the president of the boat club, who was a wonderful person with a lot of knowledge about the local river history. He offered me a place to sleep, a shower, and a spare boat he was trying to sell "old hippies and Greeny too." Thank you Rick and Carla Hamilton, and Chad McCoy for making my stay at Wellsville boat club enjoyable. I woke up the next day and the river was like a sheet of glass. I was so glad I stopped.
The picture is of Rick
