Then they hit the water. How good it feels to be paddling again. Like in the old days, except that Mike is relieved from the steering responsibilities of the stern paddler. The stern is Katharina’s place in the canoe these days, so Mike takes his place in the bow and enjoys an unobstructed view onto the river. But apart from that, paddling is just the way it has always been. You talk about everything and anything – not about corona though, to keep the spirits high – and enjoy the beauties of the river valley and the riverine wildlife, as well as the excitement of the rapids. In the rapids, however, the joy is more on Katharina’s side. With Mike in the bow, the bow for some reason likes to lie considerably deeper in the water, and more than the normal amount of water likes to splash into the canoe, preferably right onto Mike’s legs. “Fresh!” is Katharina’s favourite comment in the rapids, and Mike has to admit that she’s all too right, but he doesn’t say much because in these situations warming up by paddling stronger is more important than talking. Wildlife on the Sieg river, particularly birds, is exciting, too. Apart from the usual suspects like ducks and herons, there are also rarer species like mergansers and a real lot of kingfishers. The kingfishers are Katharina’s and Mike’s favourites, they are so much more colourful than other birds. After three hours on the river, Katharina and Mike eventually take the canoe out of the water right below the highway bridge in Hennef – not the most scenic of spots, but not tragic either after such a great trip. |