Bill and I paddled tandem in our new kayak today. There were a few growing pains... we have different paddling styles, and have to coordinate our strokes or we click our paddles together. It's a lot like learning how to dance.
The war canoe blasted us with their squirt guns, yelling out that they had to baptize our new boat. After the third time this happened, we thought we had better name it! It is now officially "Tango". The only color on the boat is mango, but Mango Tango sounded too silly. Paddling in unison is a lot like dancing, but "Takes 2 to Tango" was too long, thus it is Tango.
We had a break at a park and a second break at the Minnesota Fish and Wildlife boat ramp. There were bald eagles soaring overhead, the sun was shining and it was hot (in the 90s). The river widened out into a pool--it was like paddling on a lake. Then at the very end we turned upriver on the Black River. This river looks more like the rivers in Michigan. There were factories and boat clubs all over the place, little river houses very close to each other with people out drinking and sunning themselves on deck. Jet skis and motor boats were everywhere, as they had been all day (it is a Saturday after all).
We came ashore about 3 PM, loaded our boats and gear and headed to the hotel. The final banquet that evening was very nice... hard to believe it's over already! What a great week! Now we are trying to figure out how we are going to fit more longer group kayak trips into our life.
I'll post photos as soon as I get them back.
The war canoe blasted us with their squirt guns, yelling out that they had to baptize our new boat. After the third time this happened, we thought we had better name it! It is now officially "Tango". The only color on the boat is mango, but Mango Tango sounded too silly. Paddling in unison is a lot like dancing, but "Takes 2 to Tango" was too long, thus it is Tango.
We had a break at a park and a second break at the Minnesota Fish and Wildlife boat ramp. There were bald eagles soaring overhead, the sun was shining and it was hot (in the 90s). The river widened out into a pool--it was like paddling on a lake. Then at the very end we turned upriver on the Black River. This river looks more like the rivers in Michigan. There were factories and boat clubs all over the place, little river houses very close to each other with people out drinking and sunning themselves on deck. Jet skis and motor boats were everywhere, as they had been all day (it is a Saturday after all).
We came ashore about 3 PM, loaded our boats and gear and headed to the hotel. The final banquet that evening was very nice... hard to believe it's over already! What a great week! Now we are trying to figure out how we are going to fit more longer group kayak trips into our life.
I'll post photos as soon as I get them back.
1 comment:
Linda,
Just got back from our vacation and decided to take a peak at your blog. Your trip sounds like a lot of fun. I enjoy kayaking and hope to purchase one at some point. Our marina is just north of the Clinton River and it would be nice to be able to tool about a bit under my own steam. Hope your trip back went well. Marie
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