Hey people. Still in TX visiting Kate & the kiddos. They're now old enough to be left every once in a while, so it's super nice to get some sis time in on these trips that doesn't include a screaming child. Last weekend we took off for her lake house for a little r&r. Our first day there it was super nice (80's, sunny) so we decided to take her kayaks out.
She's got one exactly like mine, and another more rounded version that-- (I can now say confidently) does not track for shit. Like all sit on tops-- (and lucky thing)-- it is, however, super stable and won't swamp (impossible) and would be pretty hard to tip over.
When we finally reached shore we shared an apple (thank God we had that) and drank some water. We were pretty fried, and still had to get out of the two bays and back across the huge lake. (The beach was made of the weird lentil shaped rock discs) ~Weird~.
A fun, even if grueling day, and the sunburn was my own fault. Really, big adventures like this where you feel like you barely made it usually turn out to make the best stories, and be the most fun memories. (Although she wants to take the kayaks out tomorrow or the next day, in the ocean, and it's even windier now. Might pass. Heh heh.)