The story of my kayaking catastrophe all started years ago when we were at the end of winter and quickly approaching summer.
Since becoming a quadriplegic in 1986, I always wondered if I would float or sink, and could I swim?
Our adventure started when our wives went down into an abandoned mine on a tour. We were told it wasn’t wheelchair accessible.
My friend David and I are navigating a dirt trail alongside the Adams River in British Columbia on the lookout for salmon. “Just around the corner there are a bunch on a different path. I think we can get your wheelchair there,” says David. “Should be no problem.” “No problem” is a possible overstatement.
Being a quadriplegic, there are a few things in this world that I’m just not very good at. Berry picking falls into this category.
This kite-shaped ultralight is a great aircraft for people with limited arm mobility.
My wife noticed an ad for an adapted dune buggy for sale and knew I'd be interested.
So here we are, a couple of guys in power wheelchairs, zooming over the river near Swede’s house checking out his favorite fishing holes with a drone and first-person-view goggles.
Once airborne I’m experiencing total freedom. In the glider I am a pilot, no longer the guy in the wheelchair