One last opportunity to double-check everything before I head down north on the Slave River. Far from perfect, but as ready as I would ever be. I was anxious to get going. It seemed every minute of delay only fed the voice of self-doubt within me. For months now, I had been reassuring myself that all I had to do was get my paddle in the water, and everything else would fall into place. When the time finally came to push off, the moment brought incredible clarity. The only thing that mattered was that I was here. I was doing it.
