On Saturday afternoon, Andrew and I pulled out the kayaks for the first time this season. The weather was warm, but mostly cloudy, the river level was high, and we knew we were in for a good afternoon. But before removing the kayaks from the garage, we had one of those arguments about nothing. When we bought the house, Andrew built a pulley system on the ceiling of the garage to store the kayaks (perk #107 of marrying an engineer.) We currently use our garage to store lots of things that are not cars, so in order to get the kayaks down without dropping them on anything, we needed to turn them as we lowered.
Andrew: “Okay. I need you do hold the center of the kayak and rotate it as I lower.”
(The kayak is still at head level for me, and I have to lean over a work bench to reach the center. Andrew lowers one side so I have some more slack to work with. A watering can is knocked off a shelf after a failed attempt to turn the dang boat. Andrew gives me an exasperated look.)
Catherine: “I’m trying! I don’t know what you want me to do!”
Andrew: “Turn the kayak so it’s facing that way!”
(Something else is knocked off a shelf by the hanging kayak.)
Catherine: “I can’t do that from the middle! I need to pull it over from the front!”
Andrew: “Then do that!”
We lowered the kayak to the ground, and the argument–more of a discussion with raised voices–blew over as quickly as it started. 🙂 Do you ever have arguments like that? Ones in which you are frustrated with a situation but take out your frustration on another person? I am definitely guilty of it… and I have a feeling I’m not the only one. Still, I probably need to work on that.
We loaded the kayaks on top of the car, and headed to the riv-ah. We started at Huguenot Flatwater; Andrew dropped off me and the boats, drove downstream to Pony Pasture, dropped off his car, and biked back to where I was.
There’s not a lot of river between the two spots, so we paddled upstream for a bit before going down. The river was really high, and the “beach” where we usually stop and eat lunch when kayaking was mostly under water.
We explored the land, paddled around for a while, then eventually headed downstream. Other than feeling a few drops of rain from the upcoming storm, the weather was great–warm, but not hot, overcast, but not completely grey. There is a dam along that stretch of the James, with plenty of warning signs instructing boaters where to get out of the water and walk.
Just after the dam…getting back in the water!
The best part of the trip was the end. Pony Pasture has lots of rocks and rapids, so it was more exciting than a gentle downstream paddle. Andrew, the more seasoned kayaker, led the way, and I followed at a distance through the rapids. When I encountered the first rapid, my boat went entirely under water–still upright, but fully submerged. Once we made it through, I told Andrew, “I am soaked!” He laughed and said that he was as well. When we took the boats out of the water, however, he compared the two and said, “Whoa… you took on a LOT more water than I did!” I will have to work on my rapid-navigation skills. 😉
We ended a great day with dinner on the back porch–beet greens & kale, polenta, and chicken sausages with a rosemary-mustard sauce that Andrew created:
Andrew is back out in the kayak today with a group of coworkers! They are attempting a longer, more rapid-filled stretch of the river. I am going on a bike ride for as long as the rain will hold off (the sky looks threatening at the moment…)
What’s been the highlight of your weekend so far?