Confessions of a Junkie... Shit Creek TR
The thought crossed my mind as I scraped over the rocks on clear creek in the golden playpark, aka Shit Creek, that I was really hard up. 80 something CFS and just recently (hopefully) clear of the shit thrown in from Georgetown. I'm really down to the bottom of the barrel now. I was the only one there, and there were signs up all over the place about unhealthy water. At least four people told me there was pollution in the river, and one teenager actually ran down to the water where I was surfing and showed me the flyer. By my own calculations, the shit should be clear, but who knows. Some granny yelled "the river is polluted" at me as she cruised by on my bike. I felt like I was breaking the law, or some sort of junkie who has to have it even if it is all f'd up and unclean. Oh well.....
Of course, I got my start kayaking by learning to roll on the now infamous Lake Pontchartrain, yes the one that flooded new orleans. That sucker had weekly fecal coloform bacteria tests that were printed in the paper. I never got sick from that, and I figure all the south platte and shit creek boating will just amp up my immune system.
If I start hurling tonight, I'll add to the report.
Oh well.... it was still fun!