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was
gone almost with the flip of a light switch. On a few occasions we
were like little school kids intentionally guiding our kayaks directly
into small cascading waterfalls and letting the water pour down on
us for our first shower of the week. The whole trip through the Terror
we were assisted by the incoming tide thus we almost didn't need to
even hardly paddle. It was like an Alice in Wonderland adventure.
In some ways it was sensory overload but in reality it was purging
us of the final remnants of bile of the asphalt world we live in. |
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Ford's
Terror is named after a boatsman
that got caught in the narrow walls of the Terror during tide change
with a large flow of icebergs. Yikes! |
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