Big Water Doesn't Get Old by Emery Slothower

I count myself lucky to have spent some part of my life in this part of the world. Coming from Colorado, I love the volume and the power of the volume of the Ottawa, something I don't get to see as much. I’m living in Keenerville for my 3rd time, sleeping in my 3rd bed, and running this river I’ve come to know so well for another 3 weeks. I felt like I’d gotten to know the Ins and Outs of the river and Keenerville alike, and I worried that the magic of the Ottawa would have worn off. But my first day back on the water, the truth became abundantly clear. Big water doesn’t get old. The overhead waves, the speed of water, the pitted faceshots, they scare and excite me in new ways. The Ottawa River is chaotic and beautiful and big enough to take your breath away every single time. Coliseum’s thunder reminds me how much power nature commands, and surfing Kahuna reminds me just how small I really am. What I find to be true in the Ottawa can be true anywhere. A repeated experience doesn't have to mean a boring one, and normal can be special if you're willing. As long as water is falling, beauty is close, and the significance it commands is obvious.