This past weekend Sean and I paddled a part of our inter coastal water way. In the future the oil from the Gulf probably will kill everything around us. But until then we wanted to enjoy the simple pleasures that kayaking has to offer. The change of scenery from our asphalt cement synthetic light jungle to the earthy wild moon lit lands are always refreshing to visit by kayak. And this time I added something new to our adventure on one of the spoil islands.
I added a kite to my kayaking kit. I cannot tell you the last time I played with a kite. Watching it magically dance above the trees. Wondering if that thin line would keep it tethered to earth. Were those trees trying to grab the kite and shred its freedom? There might me a metaphor between those lines.
The kite did fall into the trees a few times. The line even snapped once. But both instances the kite was able to fly again. I could have flown it all day long.
The tide started going out so we looked into the tidal pools to see what was around…
After investigating our little island we ate and relaxed by our little camp fire. We did have a little rain Saturday night. Well actually it was a lot of rain. It was a white out. It rained hard for ten minutes and then nothing. It worked like natural air conditioning. A great way to fall asleep in hammocks.
The following morning we rolled out of our hammocks, packed up our kits, and paddled to meet some friends of Sean’s. They just purchased new kayaks, a Chatham 17 and an Eliza. They wanted some tips on self rescues with their new kayaks. So we helped them get to know their new paddling partners. (I see my kayak as a paddling partner, without it, I am just floating around, LOL)
We paddled with them until noon and then we went our separate ways. Back to what we left behind. – Jeff