GREAT SLAVE LAKE ADVENTURE PART TWO
The death grip in which I held the paddle would not, try as I might, loosen. No matter how much I focussed on relaxing the grip, my fingers would not release the carbon fiber lightweight paddle and ease the strain on my arms. In particular, my right arm. Less than a week into the trip, I woke in the middle of the night, which in the north meant still very light out, with a pain I’d never felt before. My right arm was searing with pain. From my shoulder right down through my tricep, through my forearm and then down into my fingers, it was agony.
