In the Bush by Emery Slothower

Games permeate our time as keeners, and keep our off-water life as full as stoke as our on-water. As I write this blog, I as sat deep in a bush, 1000% invested in a game of hide and go seek. Bugs are eating me, seekers are closing in, and the paranoia is building; it’s really the whole shabang. I’ve been taking breaks as the seekers get close, and burying my phone to hide the glow, but never the less, my dedication to this blog (and my desire to get on the water tomorrow) justify the peril I subjected myself too. All this to say, if I’ve learned one thing about me and my fellow keeners, it’s that we hate half efforts, and if we’re going, we’re going all the way in (notably, the the game has ended and I’ve left the bush). There are people hear that make sure there’s nothing that’s done halfheartedly. Breakfasts, games, even First Aid trainings are filled with zest and imagination from my compatriots and it’s such a fun energy to be around. Someone’s always ready for a game, able to help out, or interested in whatever you’re doing. There truly is never a boring moment, and I suppose it’s what helps to make the keener magic happen.