The story of my first whitewater kayaking trip definitely deserves a little more space and thought than I have time to write now. So just a teaser of what's to come *smile.
Lost: my new kayak, fear of falling in (well, not totally), maybe my pretty new digital camera, my self-image of being a non-risk taker (okay, so there are shreds of that left, but definitely shreds), all thoughts of going kayaking alone (except maybe in a still water pond or lake - maybe).
Found: a bond between the group of people with me, trusting what felt like my life to the experience of another person, physical awareness and joy, and more.
It was a good day with several events, not all including dumps in the water.