I never stopped from the moment I slid into the water. I just went, watching the sun rise high then fall away and disappear, watching night slide around me and turn the world black.
There are only so many good days, bright sunny days, days with the wind at my back and nice water underneath me. I can’t waste good ones. I can’t watch them pass from the shore. I have to dump all my energy into them, dump it like rocket fuel and fly.
Because even as spring unfolds, as snow melts off portage trails and ice buckles and cracks on Lake Superior’s shore, I know the truth about winter.
When you race winter north, you better run fast.