Another Round by Conall Plunkett

The cool water of the Ottawa rise against my bow as I enter the river, the tension rising as I look at my destination. Sattler's hole. I see the signal, a paddle raised vertically. I peel into the current, the force of the water infinitesimal to what I will soon face. I see the drop, then the foam, then I hit. My momentum is instantly stopped by the force of the hole. I struggle, at first, to breathe, as the water enters my mouth. I quickly spit the water out, and finally feel more comfortable on my side, before shifting to my back, and finally flipping. I remained calm and held my paddle horizontal so I could be rolled. I feel the force of the water halt, and I knew I was free. I rolled once, and sank back down, then again, and came up. Sattler's failed to take another swimmer. I noticed how close I was to Left Side Phil's and frantically paddle to enter, but alas, it was never ment to happen. I slowly exited the backwash of Phil's, ready for another round I noticed how close I was to Left Side Phil's and frantically paddle to enter, but alas, it was never ment to happen. I slowly exited the backwash of Phil's, ready for another round. I leave my paddle at the top as I get ready for the next round