If you get to feeling nostalgic, I know where an almost mint Impulse can be had - it was never in the water til last summer, then only paddled 3 or 4 times since...
Your photo has to be on the internet somewhere. Go to that photo & right click, then click "properties". A box will pop up. Look for "Address" Highlight & copy the entire address (sometimes it's a much as 3 lines long). Come back to c-boats & reply or post a new topic. Click the box that has "IMG" in it. Then right click & paste the address of the photo. Don't put any spaces in there.
Mike W. wrote:Your photo has to be on the internet somewhere. Go to that photo & right click, then click "properties". A box will pop up. Look for "Address" Highlight & copy the entire address (sometimes it's a much as 3 lines long). Come back to c-boats & reply or post a new topic. Click the box that has "IMG" in it. Then right click & paste the address of the photo. Don't put any spaces in there.
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Not since the upgrade! You can upload pictures now, too - see "upload attachments" when you reply...
Guess the mistake that led to the situation in each of these photographs...
I'd been paddling OC for about about 9 months at this point...
And this is me "mid race" a couple of months ago, in my first wildwater race (and first time on whitewater in a Race boat)... the second run was a lot better.
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Here is the end of my second day in a canoe and my first attempt at soloing. Notice Craig and I have not only the same taste in paddles but grips as well. This was taken 2/28/80 at the takeout of the North Fork of the White River in the Missouri Ozarks. I was with Bob Million in his 17A Blue Hole helping to celebrate his birthday. This takeout had a nice boater-friendly bar on one side of the bridge with a pool table. Later we retired to the empty campground on the other side, built a roaring fire and got drunk on Yukon Jack. Next morning I found my Chuck Taylor boating shoes had lost the tongue and laces to the inferno, thus ending their short boating career.
I on the other hand had found an activity that meshed perfectly with two of my favorite pasttimes- camping and drinking .