River Canoe Club
They would laugh and shake their heads those old boys and girls from 1935 if they saw us paddling now. They would laugh at our neoprene, our waterproof clothing and our buoyancy vests jingling with hardware. They would be bemused by the tiny plastic craft we paddle on whitewater and the sleek boats used on flatwater rivers and at sea. But at an evening paddle by the clubhouse on the Cooks River, out at Penrith whitewater course, down by Kosciusko side on the Victorian safari or when camping on the shores of Jervis Bay, they would still recognise the camaraderie of the Rivers Club and the excitement of new paddling adventures.
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