Friday, April 6, 2012

Kayaking Debacle of Spring Break 2012

It's the last official day of Spring Break (Friday) and Todd and I are both off work. The weather is GORGEOUS. We live just miles from a beach while spring breakers around the world pay 100's and 1000's of dollars to get there. The only legitimate option was to go to said beach.

So we did. But while for some of us the beach is a haven, for others it is a placed filled with wretched sand and salt and a lack of entertainment. So entertainment we must find.

So we rented kayaks. I cannot repeat enough how gorgeous the weather was. Perfect blue skies, a light wind (please note!), and temps in high 80's but not with the heavy humidity we usually experience here.

So off we go, across a little cove to check out some gigantic houses. And we putz around a bit...watching horseshoe crabs scurry a long the bottom, a few birds nose dive, some fish jumping. We do live in Tarpon, so we dug up (and put back!), a few of these:

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And now it's time to go back. So we turn around and begin paddling. Now might I add that the whole darn cove is like 500ish yards across. Which granted is not nothing but its not huge either...so we turn around. And this is where the fun ends. Tori is telling me from my kayak she is tired and stops paddling. Tristan is all but in tears because his arms hurt and he's not getting anywhere. And Todd is having a conniption fit. Yelling over the water - this is crazy, we aren't getting anywhere, my arms hurt, what part of this is fun, etc.

Now here's my confession: I am a horrible wife and mother. This total breakdown, a good 400 yards from the rental station, against the chop...yeah it caused me to break into giggles worthy of a middle school girl up way past her bedtime at a sleepover. And then I could not paddle either because I was laughing so hard I was gasping for air. And did I mention it was against the chop? If you stop paddling not only do you not move forward but you get pushed backwards...

The good news is we made it back. Without any further tears.

The bad news - kayaking just became a solo sport for me.

From when kayaking was still fun:

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2 comments:

Jenni said...

This totally made me laugh! Glenn and I tried sea kayaking for the first time in Jamaica...from the cruise docks to Dunn's River Falls, which was not a short trip. Needless to say it did not go well and we have not tried it again!

Erin @ Living In Yellow said...

Hey girl--thanks so much for your comment on my blog. You took the words right out of my mouth. In fact, you would have done a much better job writing the post than I would have ;) Anyhow--I would have emailed you this but when I went to respond to your comment it was set to noreply@blogger.com. Get that fixed girly! Also--the restaurant in Siesta is Blue Smoke..you should totally go :)
xoxo