What is it about being out on the water paddling that has me feeling like a giddy little school girl? Is it the gentle breezes or the warm sun? Is it floating on the water along side ducks? Is it the fond memories of times long ago? Perhaps it’s a combination of all these reasons and more.
I’ve always enjoyed fresh water lakes and especially when they are as picturesque and pristine as Canyon Lake. There are times I really miss our canoe and the paddling Al and I once did in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in northern Minnesota.
Last week while out hiking with our friends G & T, they happen to mention how they’d like to get their kayak out on the water one of these days. Say what? With perked ears, I began asking questions about said watercraft.
After our lovely hike followed by lunch at a fun local restaurant, we go our separate ways, but the thought of that kayak remains ever so present in my mind.
The thoughts of getting out on the water paddling has me tossing and turning at bedtime. Instead of counting sheep, I’m counting kayaks…. inflatable kayaks!
The next morning I awake with kayak on the brain which quickly led me to the computer. An email was rapidly sent to G & T with an invite for a picnic at Canyon Lake. You guys bring the kayak and we’ll bring the food. It’s a date!
The drive to Canyon Lake is beautiful. The twisting and turning two lane road is lined with yellow blooms in mid March. It’s spring time in the Arizona desert and it’s the perfect time to visit the Phoenix valley.
We find a covered picnic table and quickly make ourselves comfortable. It’s really windy. So windy the lake is sporting white caps. Certainly not ideal for kayaking. I’m disappointed, but it’s still a lovely day surrounded by great scenery and wonderful company. We decide to eat then reevaluate before chalking up the kayaking adventure.
With tummies full, we relax. We’re engaged in conversation enjoying the view and eventually realize the winds died down. I’m so thrilled and exited that I don’t hesitate to volunteer to work the foot pump. “Nemo” (yes, the kayak is named)…… Nemo is set on a picnic table so no one has to bend over while he’s blown up.
I’m impressed with how rapidly Nemo inflates. I guess I envisioned those air mattresses from long ago that Al and I used to use during our tenting years. Those things seemed like they took forever to blow up. Nemo was ready to hit the water in less than 15 minutes.
G & I take the kayak out first. I think our spouses decided if anyone was going to get wet, it wouldn’t be them 😉 We paddled around. Then paddled some more. It felt wonderful to be out on the water paddling again. Oh, how I’ve missed this.
This particular Sea Eagle model seemed more fitting for one person than two. Thus G and I took turns taking Nemo out individually. And of course I still had to take photos while I’m out on the water. I used my trusty little waterproof camera with wrist float.
The day was over before we knew it. We had a fantastic time with promises to do a repeat soon. Thank you G & T for a fabulous day.
You see, there were a couple of fellow bloggers in town that I was looking forward to meeting.
After a series of emails, a blogger meet up was scheduled at the Handlebar Pub and Grill in Apache Junction the evening before our kayak outing.
The conversation flowed freely with these two engaging couples… so freely that I nearly forgot Al and I still needed to get to the grocery store and prepare a few things for the next days kayak outing.
It was great fun finally meeting these couples; John and Pam from the blog Oh the Places They Go and Paul and Marsha from Where’s Weaver. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before our paths cross again.
Next up, it’s time for some hiking….