. . . . . . is a Dave Helfrich mantra.
|Dave at his 80th birthday event|
Legendary river guide
Is there an experienced river boatman or boatwoman who feels differently? I doubt it.
When my derrière is firmly planted in the rowing seat, my hands are on the oars, and my feet are in the stirrups, my drift boat and I are one, in complete harmony, and in a synchronous flow.
At the time of my passing, if I have a choice, I’d prefer to die peacefully on the oars somewhere, though it will less peaceful for those who are in the boat with me, especially if it happens at the top of Whitehorse on the Deschutes, or Blossom Bar on the Rogue.
But like Dave, "if I can’t row, I won’t go."