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Seventh Day: May 30, 2018
We began today with writing a poem; it was a recipe for a river poem. As a final adventure for the STEMmersion, we all went back to The Narrows, but this time, we kayaked the river instead of walking the trail. The first stop we made was soon after beginning where we found a rope swing. A group of my friends and I beached our kayaks into the side of the river and spent around 15 minutes of climbing and swinging off the rope. We stopped a few more times, one of which was at another rope swing. It was difficult getting from the kayak to the rope swing with the countless roots that I would get my feet stuck under. The best part of the trip was going through the rapids that appeared occasionally throughout. I also baked in the sun and got a nice tan.
This trip reminded me a lot of the week long canoe trip I took last year during STEMmersion. This trip was a lot easier and more enjoyable, though, as there was no rain and the water wasn’t too cold to swim in. I’m also very glad that I didn’t flip my kayak because it’s very difficult getting back into a flipped boat.
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To make a river it takes endless rushing currents and a row of leaning trees,
With families of fish and berry bushes so generous,
Where wanderers explore, so frivolous,
If trees are few.