This is something I've thought about on more than one occasion, especially when I've been on the east coast of the big Island viewing the sea bashing against lava cliffs. The thought of somehow miraculously surviving some horrible shipwreck only to be blown ashore to some totally inaccessible shore. Similar to surviving a plane crash at sea and knowing noone will ever find you. Gotta love the Sea! Mark -----Original Message----- From: cholst_at_bitstream.net During this meditation a heavy surge was taking him, in fact, straight on the rocks. He had been flayed there, and his bones broken, had not grey-eyed Athena instructed him: he gripped a rock-ledge with both hands in passing and held on, groaning, as the surge went by, to keep clear of its breaking. *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Fri Mar 23 2007 - 16:28:59 PDT
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