Worth a wish and a promise
Bring on that global climate change; let the sea levels rise. Our house may be getting a boat. To be fair, a single-seater, so I won’t be saved, but I can send someone for assistance. That’s worth a wish and a promise, right?
After breakfast, and a quick “visit all the trees” with the dog, we stopped into the local arena. The rest of the folks were there because of that big “run” that went by here this morning (driving the same dog into a frenzy, over and over again). Not us. We were just in a neighbourly mood, and someone had mentioned that there was a kayak seller on site.
Now, an array of orange plastic water craft, in the middle of an arena, is of little interest to most people. Not us. One of the family really (really) wants that chance to sail the ocean blue. I’m unsure of the timeline, but the decision has been made. From here on in, if the car is absent, I’m to go wandering along the shoreline until I find that magical launch point.
I’m also tasked with finding a roof mount solution that will remain viable into the Golden Years. Preferable an assisted lift, for the eventual decline in upper body strength. I hate to point out that a kayak depends on personal powers of locomotion. In particular, the powers of upper body strength. There’s a trick in here.
I guess the dog and I had better learn to swim (rescue efforts for stranded boaters), and I should put the Coast Guard on speed dial.
