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Show 232 As I looked above at the luminous gray clouds, I felt a splash on my forehead. And another drop hit my hand. In less than a minute I was almost completely drenched. I put my paddle down in the boat to slip my poncho over my head. By this point the river looked like a mesh of moving rings. "This wasn't so bad," I thought to myself. It was almost soothing in a way. The smell, the sound - it was nice. And then the wind picked up. I looked to the land on my left and thought I must be seeing things. So I looked to my right. Though I was paddling with all my might, we were not budging forward even an inch. I knew if I gave up now we would backtrack to where we began, so I pressed onward. It was now hard to see anything. I had decided that the wind and the rain were not a good combination on the river. I had to make sure to paddle evenly on both sides or we would end up sideways, which could lead to a possible flip. I was focused and determined. Somehow in my clouded vision we had paddled our way over to the bank which consisted often foot dirt walls with sharp branches poking out, looking more like daggers than handholds. I ducked out of the way of the first, but the second caught hold of my left arm. Blood began to drip, but I did not have time to dally with a mere cut; I had more important things to do, like, not drown. |