While I was paddling the flat waters of the lake a couple friends were squeezing a 2-day river trip on the North Fork American into one long day of fun. Which represents perhaps the hardest part of paddling in California - just too many good options. Every time I miss out on one good paddle while doing another I start questioning if I chose the right one. Should I have gone to the other place? Would it have been a better time? Will I get the chance to make up what I missed?
But this isn't really productive. So at some point you just have to say f#ck it, I had fun. And tomorrow I'll get to have fun again. So I am headed out to spend the day on the river!