So, my claim to fame is that I don't get wet when I kayak. My friend and fellow kayaker couldn't believe it until she kayaked with me.
Sometimes I wade into the water up to my ankles, but that's it. I just don't get wet. I kinda hop into my boat, and from then on I stay dry.
I bet you can see where this is going, huh?
Yep, I had just spent the morning kayaking with my school kids (my annual I-get-paid-to-kayak day) and paddled back to the ramp to load my boat. I was on the crumbly concrete ramp (up to my ankles) trying to pull my boat in when it happened. My foot slipped, my flip-flop blew out, and I ended up on my butt in the lake.
OH, the humiliation!
Except, there wasn't anyone around to see it. Ha! Not even my friend who would've paid for a view of it!
No one need ever know...but I facebooked her later and told her.
My "dry run" is over. Now I'm the same as all you mere mortal kayakers.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Yes, one pilots a boat, so when I saw this sight, the name of this post occurred to me.
This was our first kayak outing of the season! The weather is finally warm enough, and my college semester is over, so I have time to do other things...so yesterday evening found me and the girls paddling.
The lake is full of algae clumps which freaked Shel-bell out for some reason. She kept calling them "hobo forests" and said that hobos lived in the clumps and were going to reach up and grab her or knock the boat over. Twelve-year-olds aren't dramatic at all! There were fish jumping all around us, so I told her they were trying to jump out of the water to escape from the hobos. (Who knew hobos were aquatic in the first place? Ya learn something new every day!)