Hooked
Last Tuesday, I decided it was time for my maiden voyage. I'd waited long enough...through the recent hot humid weather we've been having here...for cooler, more tolerable temps. Then, I heard our local weatherman say 80. To me that meant hit the road and hit the water!
I left the house even before the Pres was awake and arrived to find only a handful of cars at the boat launch. Backing the Wrangler up to the boulders, I felt a tad nervous but when I watched a few others around me unloading their kayaks and carrying them down to the water's edge. But then the nervousness subsided and I suddenly found myself following in their footsteps.
In fact, the first woman I met asked me if I needed a hand with the kayak. I explained that I wanted to see if I could manage it alone but to stay close just in case. As it turned out, I was fine and now
the kayak was bobbing at the water's edge as I stepped in and sat stretching my legs onto the foot pegs. The camera, my cell phone and ID were neatly tucked away in a waterproof bag I'd bought at Dick's (I would highly recommend it!).
The adventure began...
Paddling around the lake I intentionally practiced getting onto shore then off again. The water felt so warm when I placed my hands in as I drifted. It was absolutely glorious. A few small waves took me by surprise (because of a passing boat) but didn't last long.
I met a man who was teaching his youngest daughter (age 7) to kayak that day. We chatted for quite a while as I shared what I learned about dragonflies and damselflies with her (and her Dad!!).
All I can say is...
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