While I rest, I can't forget some things.

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I sent an email to cancel the lodging for what was going to be my return trip.  There is a 24 hour advance notice requirement, which should be fine.  I will call tomorrow, making sure the email was received, and that the cancellation has been accepted.

I am feeling better.  I will unload gear and all tomorrow.  While still a resting day, I believe I can get some or all of that done.  The ice chests first, the rest as I get to it.  The rest of this week is pretty much done.  It wasn't the drive up, or even the load of work leading up to, and away from, camp.  It was simply all of the work and driving in such a compressed cycle.  Too much.  Still, if I can recover quickly enough, I should be back to things by the beginning or middle of next week.  Now, though, I know I can do a lot more than I thought.  Quite a run.

After I unpack, I will probably get started on my old rods and reels.  There shouldn't be so much wrong with them that a little oil won't get them back in order and quickly.  I then need to find my fishing tackle box, to see what I already have.  I also need to find an anchor.  I probably have the right kind of rope for that around somewhere.  It's fairly inexpensive if not.  Looking over materials about rigging an anchor, and other means of tying off, and various notions about kayaking in general, and inflatable ones in particular, has been happening off and on since I returned home.  Ah, but I need to find out if I have to register my kayak, and if so where and how.  That will be my next task, actually.

I figure fishing from the kayak will give me something to do while I rest.  It might be a reason to go places I might not otherwise have gone.  Excuses are okay, but reasons are what really motivate me.  If I don't have a reason to climb a mountain, I won't.  If paddling an extra mile nets me nothing but an extra mile to paddle back, I can't see how that is useful.  Curiosity is only mildly stronger than an excuse.  No, I have to have a reason, or at least believe there is a reason, to go or do something, anything.  Kayaking, itself, is based on a need, or perceived need or want, both actually.  No more, no less.  The ability to travel where roads don't exist, to fish and hunt and haul such as I might catch or hunt back with less body trauma... things like that.

I will need to learn to live much more humbly if I am to have a chance of living in the wild.  I won't have ribeye up there.  I won't have milk, butter, cream, or even coffee.  No soda, no McDonalds.  Simple, humble, hard.  But, in another sense, quite easy.  If I blunder too much, the mistake isn't jail, or a hospital, but either a slow harsh lesson in what not to do as I gimp through to recovery, or death.  Alluring?  I am not even writing about Alaska.  I mean, just out there... in the forests, on rivers and lakes, and none of them all that far from here.  I am not sure if one can get so lost as to die in the marshes, not these anyway.  You'd have to be a special kind of OCD special for that.  Worst case, look for a farm, leave your craft if you have become too weak from lack of food, and if need be, crawl to the farm.  They probably wouldn't even shoot at you!  :p  I best start changing some of how I eat, work, and play.  Even if I don't move, I will be changing how I live.

Later.
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For a kayak, I don't need to register.  However, with a sail, or perhaps even with a trolling motor, I would need to register.  Maybe.  I may call or visit one of their offices for a more thorough questioning.  Both the trolling motor and windsock type of sail, may be below the radar.  Still, I would like a written allowance if that is what is said.  You know that no matter what you say Soandwhositz said means nothing to Joe the Ranger on the river or lake, but a written allowance puts the thing between those two, not with you as collateral.  Probably.  Though your equipment might get swiped, at least for a while.  Bureaucracy loves you and wants to keep you and everybody else safe... no it doesn't and isn't.  It's an ego maniac looking for someone to screw with.