I recently picked up open (canadian) canoeing and i bloody love it.
It seems i am alright at it too. Many years of not really bothering have been wasted but that says a lot about my last few years. Hence getting a grip and starting this course, which i heartily recommend: www.cumbria.ac.uk/Courses/Subjects/CreativeArts/Undergraduate/AdventureMedia.aspx
Anyway, to a story.

I canoed over to Peel Island, or Wildcat Island as Swallows and Amazons have it, and camp out (you are not allowed, but laws like that in your home town don't apply to you as we all know). Me and a couple of mates have to canoe back. Now i remember it as choppy as hell in thick mist with a nervous passenger, my mate remembers it as a glorious morning. We have agreed that we got the days mixed up but maybe it was just me being 'in charge' and frightened we might all drown. What i can say is it was a damn sight harder getting the tank of a thing back to base with a fierce headwind by myself a day later. 1 mile in 4 hours. I could hardly drag it back up the bank and the valley must of heard the raging madman i had become by then.

My favourite moment however is one i shall cherish and, if i can get my old canoes on the water again, one i shall replicate. Again this is back in the mists of time and when i smoked a lot more weed. I had paddled off to camp and once i had set up and eaten i took a spin out into the darkness. Floating in the middle of Coniston Water with crystal clear skies and the Milky Way visible i spent a very happy few hours getting stoned and eating biscuits and boggling at the universe. I was bloody cold when i woke up and much further away from my warm tent than i should have been.
(DreddPirateBob has watched every scifi film ever on, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 14:11, 1 reply)

Adventure and media...,
Is that what passes as undergraduate study these days?
I hope you at least had to write a report.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 7 Nov 2012, 4:29, closed)