“Someday, you’ll get it” said my former boss. He’s been whitewater rafting for nearly two decades, I listen. “There will be a moment, and it’ll probably come in the middle of flipping a boat back over, but in that moment, you’ll get it. You’ll get boating.”
That was two years ago, and I wondered for that long when I would “get it.”
St. Joe season, 2012. High water = 8,000 CFS, the highest I’ve ever seen it at.
Can’t say for sure, but I think I finally get it.