Back when we lived in Florida, my husband and I took up kayaking. We were camping at a state park one weekend and wandered into the local tackle shop for some fishing supplies. The place had an outdoor warehouse full of kayaks and they were beautiful! We spent ten minutes on the tackle and two hours looking at boats. There were singles and tandems, sit upons and sit ins, long and short, fat and thin, blue, green, red, orange and multicolored. We hadn’t even sat in one yet and we were hooked. I wanted a blue one bad!!! Within a week we were outfitted, schooled in proper paddling and on the water right off our own dock.
Fast forward to Tennessee. I seemed to have more work and less time. The season was shorter. The dock was in the next town. I felt I would never get back in my little blue boat. I even had a thought about selling it to someone who would give it a better life. Then I retired; and after a year of traveling to every relative we could think of, I have more time to use when the season is shorter and the dock is farther. Last Sunday we packed a lunch, threw the gear in the pickup and headed to the launch. Not selling it now!!
