After loading my kayak on the car and a loving send-off early today, I traveled with family and friends the nearly 400-miles to our lodging in northern Minnesota. Along the way, I watched the Mississippi River move. Swift and bulging each time we crossed over it, the river was rushing south as I was racing north just to get on it and ride downward. Of course I thought, WHAT am I doing!? Still, launch time creeps closer every second. I myself have set this time, early tomorrow morning, but I want to cancel it as if someone else has forced this. It is natural to resist what we love, to want to give into fear and discomfort by staying home. But I keep going toward it as it pushes me against gravity. That is what I'll do before dawn. Pray, eat a meal with friends, go.