|Joan and Douglas...the absolute joy of sea kayaking is evident in the smiles.|
Some forty years ago now, I don't remember a champagne bottle against the gleaming, white hull, but there would certainly have been some "frothy" drinks available for the celebration that followed. The launch went very well, and my dad did a long ceremonial circuit out in the lake, much to the delight of the small but enthusiastic crowd on the shore. After this first "test cruise", I was offered the old-fashioned, orange "life preserver", and the paddle. My Dad's only advice was, "Remember now son, you don't get into a kayak, you put it on...like a sock."
|Ian, Joan, and Douglas.|
The paddler connects to the craft at many points. The feet are on the foot braces, heels below the braces, the knees or thighs are up against the underside of the deck, the back "touches" the back-band, and the hips are snug against the inside of the cockpit. It's all these points of connection that give us control of our craft.
|Ian, pulling against determined waters.|
|Mike, fully connected to boat, sea and sky...it doesn't get much better.|
|Returning from a "recce", under the sandstone arch.|
Our children are being increasingly drawn away from connection with the natural world, unduly distracted by the siren call of technology, social media, and all the associated and glittering "bells and whistles". When that happens, their sense of wonder and awe of this fragile, island planet is diminished. We must, therefore, do all that we can to ensure that a connection with nature is nurtured and cultivated in those young lives who will follow our foot steps and paddle strokes.
Remote shingle beaches become venues for fine dining...no reservations necessary and never any lineups, ocean view guaranteed!
|Your reporter, looking rather serious...|
but as Mike would agree, Ian's homemade soup was "seriously" good! :)
|We passed through both "portals" on the return trip, with the higher water.|
|Turning the corner to the increased swell of Lunan Bay.|