Wonderful Pension Life

I went down Kiso-gawa River with a kayak.

I feel like resembling a ski in a kayak. A slope is a board moth kayak in a river.

If there are three minutes to the utmost, it is the descent end, but, in the good place of a kayak, as for the ski, a kayak can enjoy two hours in succession from top to a bottom.

The feeling that I want to do once again if I withdraw once does not readily spring out. The reason is because it can be satisfied enough if it withdraws once.

The start started this time from a ferry of Koryokaku under 500m of Kanigawa. Here was port of the second in old days.

I put a buoyancy body in air space of before and after, and an anti-Shen measure is perfect. I piled up a helmet, a change of clothes, drink in life jacket for the American Marine Corps and did departure from port.
I go through a small gorge of about 30m width of a river for a while on the way during around 30 minutes.
I am seized with the impulse that I want to try to go into by all means when I watch the deep water which went in this way.

I want to try to sink sometime.

It is said that a demon lies hidden in a deep water.

The width of a river becomes wide, and two positions spread out white waves when they pass through a gorge. There is a thrill most and the shallows are dangerous.

A chopping wave of 1m high stood and was tense.
Because a dilatational wave of around 2m rises at the side of a tanker at the Nagoyako outskirts, I did not think that it is so scary, but a feeling is not good even if lower than surface of the water understand that I recover directly because there is a kayak can set in 20cm buoyancy. I am busy somehow unless front side back is reversed and revises a direction hastily because I lie and overturn.
The surface of the water becomes afraid that it is breathed in below and does not just come back forever at time.
While I am mobbed, I become reckless and keep rowing it. I arrive at a quiet deep water when I notice.
The world of quietness and chaos comes over in turn. While it is monkeyed around by natural power, I find oneself out.
A body keeps still in the water which I felt without having anything for a while with having been pickled.
A kayak is interesting.

I go into the Nagara River（magorokuen）

I was worried for a long time without doubt how became it stayed to a head in this one bottom, and leaving it when it always fell by a canoe. When the depth of the water was deepened, a color thickened and seemed to feel sick.

It seems to be breathed in... .

Time of decisive action finally came. I stopped a car in magorokyen and followed the equipment from a parking lot. Water is different from the sea and is quite cold. I let air out of BC and fall steadily towards a bottom. I go for lifespan if I come to the center of a river because I cannot sink suddenly in the case of a river unlike the sea. I consume energy when I swim. I came to depth of the water 11m when I watched a gauge.

I think whether there are what or a lot of interesting things, and a bottom comes and is unpleasant, and there is nothing. I expected it whether things such as seaweed grew thick, but it was a beautiful thing.

I climb it while Hemibarbus barbus of length around 40cm streams down the deepest bottom of a river from the lower part of a river, and sticking in crowds towards the upper part of a river.

The feeling that seems to be easily produced if I hit it with a harpoon. I strongly controlled popular feelings today.

　



Ｉ　do not remember when my first diving

 was clearly. The place was Maezawa Dam for long. 137 degrees E 11 minutes 37 seconds for lat. 35 degrees N 26 minutes 04 seconds.

When I say why I chose this place. Because I have come to play by a canoe before.
Fischer of bus fishing sometimes comes. I liked it in a quiet place.

Because a bank became flat, a part on a map followed a car, and an entry was just made.

I carried machine parts on my shoulder and I turned my back and entered the water.
Because the inside of a dam just stands a growing tree and dies, I feel sick. Transparency does not have 1m badly, too.
I was at a loss in an abandoned village and seem to have been crowded. I feel like coming when I come close immediately to a side. It was a very weird atmosphere.

Unless I do not stir a bottom with a fin as much as possible. Mud is whirled up, and view becomes bad.

Though it passes more than 30 minutes when I try to turn around in the direction that oneself went ahead through incidentally since I advance for a while, the cloudiness that oneself was able to yet stand just drifts. Sand and the mud which decayed of a tree were drifting.

Bluegills herded on the circumference of the growing tree which died. I am not afraid even if I watch a human being. Have not I looked so far? I came over to an immediate side of a mask. I retreat when I grow a hand. I do movement same as tropical fish.

The bluegill to watch underwater for the first time looked beautiful.

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