I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m not a sporty girl. Sometimes I do yoga and I occasionally get roped into doing other exercise things like pilates and squash, but mostly, I’m a sidelines type of lady. But yesterday, I straight kayaked. In case you think that’s totally lame, let me tell you this: kayaking is hard work! I think the craziest thing about it is that you are all alone on the big river and the only way you are getting back to safety is by the power of your own arms. It’s pretty cool that way. Plus, the views are nice.
And the people are friendly.
Of course I didn’t take my camera with me in the kayak. That would have been nuts. Not too nuts for David, though, who did take his. Luckily, there was no capsizing to be had. I shot these after we got back. The boys look sweaty, and they were.
That guy on the right? Oh, that’s just some ripped river-surfer man. Pay no attention. Okay, pay attention. I won’t tell.
That’s my BFF David there.
It really was a beautiful evening. I’m glad I went but it’s not the kind of thing I’m inclined to do again. I’m better at staying on the dock.