And I was right. As soon as I was on the water, I didn't hurt as much. I think what happened with my elbow was that yesterday, with all that pulling and yanking my boat over rocks and sandbars and logs and dams, I was using my joints instead of my muscles. I think I must have stretched my ligaments a bit. Ouch. Darn EDS. With my hands, I decided to be a lot more conscientious about my form. Thumbs on the shaft of my paddle always. Wrists as stable as possible. Open palmed as I press the paddle forward, gripping the paddle lightly as I pull it back. That helped a LOT.
The day was full of slightly wider channels, redwing blackbirds teasing me, singing to me, cheeping at me, flitting toward me and away from me all day long. I saw a couple bald eagles, several more deer, and only had to get out of my boat once to pull myself across some shallows. I paddled 15 miles today (5 the first day, 10 the second) and was at peak lactic acid ready-to-finish at 4pm, but I didn't reach my campsite until 6:45. Intense! Bear Den Landing was just a landing, no outhouse, so I had to bury my business that night. It was the first time I had any cell coverage--just 3 days, but I was SO GLAD to talk to my sister and Nick and to be able to send a couple texts.