I recently kayaked down the Smith River coursing through Redwoods National Park. My daughter and I were in one kayak intent to get downstream in one piece.   It sounded easier than it played out.   She’s nine, has never paddled and somehow was able to completely counteract all my efforts. Whether turning, slowing down, guiding us through rapids, it didn’t matter what I did, she somehow countered it and we’d drift aimlessly downstream.   I was so frustrated, and afraid, that I asked her to stop paddling through the still waters and the rapids.     These were easier grade rapids, but that didn’t matter. I was gripping my oars, worried about what lurked around the corner. I had never been here before,…