Halfway through the first rapids, just 100 metres, give or take, from our launch point in Douglasdale, I flew — arms windmilling, legs flailing — off my board, did a couple of underwater barrel rolls, and resurfaced with a perplexed look on my face. Well, to clarify, the “perplexed” aspect was the result of the “flying.” Which was more like a very sudden, un-athletic, involuntary reaction to gravitational forces. Regardless, SUPing the Bow River has become, for me, an enjoyable way to recreate … and ragdoll … on a hot summer day. Read More