It was gorgeous here in NW Wisconsin yesterday. The Totogatic is high, little wind. I moved my NC P15 out and fitted her with my seat, gathered all my padding paraphernalia. Then it occurred to me that I’ve paddling exactly once with my post surgical shoulder, and that was for 1.5 hours on sleepy calm waters. The trip down the totogatic is 3 hours and raucous. The valley is steep and remote, and I’m alone. All the bad things that could happen started flooding my brain, all involving some form of re-injury or death. Decided to hike with the dingoes instead. Now I don’t know when the weather and river will be so inviting, but I hope to make it downstream once this month, although common sense tells me a long paddle on a lake is the wise precursor.