Since my kayak obsession began, I’ve been a hermit paddler. I tend to go out alone as much out of necessity as of desire. Not terribly smart, really. But I just haven’t found anyone yet who shares my passion for kayaks. That changed when I paddled Silver Springs with several folks I met via Paddling.net. […]
When Bill, who drives the shuttle back to the rec area arrived to take my boat back, he corrected my misinformation and told them they could park in one of the three designated spots there and they had to fish downstream of the bridge. … I stopped at a Winn Dixie on my way over to get a water bottle for that purpose, but when I got back into my truck I forgot to put my headlights back on, which prompted a sheriff’s officer to pull me over to warn me that you have to have your lights on in the fog.
It’s the night before I’m scheduled to leave for Florida to visit my parents and kayak in the Ocala area, and Lara appears in the Bobatorium. I’m basking in the glow of high definition hockey. She’s bearing gifts a full week before Christmas, which is very unusual. Despite my nagging, Lara never relents when I’m […]