“Wasn’t yesterday’s paddle glorious?” The red crab’s pinchers, on a mug from a trip to Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, embraced pumpkin flavored coffee with cream, no sugar.
Haiku distractions notwithstanding, your post today reminded me of Heraclitus’ words. “No woman steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and she is not the same woman.”
My humble apologies to the memory of Heraclitus for adjusting gender referents.
Deb took a class in kayaking at the Y many years ago (pre-Jack). The first class, and the start of every class after, was how to roll the kayak. The instructor could do a complete 360° roll in one smooth motion; Deb got to where she could do it by herself without having to be rescued. Alas, she never used the class out in the wild (and has no desire to do so at her current or future age).
I stick to calm water. I only tipped because I’d anchored myself into the branches of a fallen tree and had my legs outside of the vessel. As I attempted to dislodge something went awry.
Thanks for sharing Deb’s story! Rolling without rescue sounds like a great accomplishment.
Fall has stripped the trees of leaves
The sky is full of clouds
The smell of coffee wafting
Haiku distractions notwithstanding, your post today reminded me of Heraclitus’ words. “No woman steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and she is not the same woman.”
My humble apologies to the memory of Heraclitus for adjusting gender referents.
Ha! The day I rolled the kayak it was cold.?The river has a muck bottom. Ewww!!! I’d just upgraded from a flip to a smartphone. It was in my pocket!
The kid was with me. We made quick work back to the shore and IIRC… I drive home without pants. 😂
All’s well. Can you believe they were able to fix the phone???
Deb took a class in kayaking at the Y many years ago (pre-Jack). The first class, and the start of every class after, was how to roll the kayak. The instructor could do a complete 360° roll in one smooth motion; Deb got to where she could do it by herself without having to be rescued. Alas, she never used the class out in the wild (and has no desire to do so at her current or future age).
I stick to calm water. I only tipped because I’d anchored myself into the branches of a fallen tree and had my legs outside of the vessel. As I attempted to dislodge something went awry.
Thanks for sharing Deb’s story! Rolling without rescue sounds like a great accomplishment.
Way too many Baltimore references in my life lately. Strange.
Synchronicity! Maybe you’re going on a trip?
That top photo is a contest winner, Gail. I've always wanted to kayak, but the whole rolling thing kinda freaks me out.
Is there anything more photogenic than clouds reflected on still water? Always a favored subject for me and the camera.
Thank you!
I can still remember our our first outing… It was kind of scary. I’m so glad the kid pushed for it though. I’ve enjoyed so much peace and scenery.