In these situations I am always at a loss as to what to do with my purse. The rental company didn’t have any lockers, wouldn’t let me leave my purse in the office, and didn’t have any plastic bags that I could tuck it into, inside the wet, sandy body of the kayak. So I obviously had to strap my much beloved, saved-up-for-this-for-quite-awhile Melie Bianco handbag
to the top of my kayak while a deeply unimpressed 17-year-old boy looked on.
In summary: we were off to an EXCELLENT start.
The 17-year-old gave me 45 second introduction to kayaking and then I began paddling very, very poorly around Lake Calhoun. My left arm is laughably weaker than my right – so much so that if you’d been watching my progress from the shore you’d probably have thought I was drunk.
But I caught up with Meredith and we made our way under two bridges (yes, I bumped into the side of one and, yes, we bumped into each other a few times) but eventually things smoothed out and we enjoyed an hour of gossip, trip planning, and very slow paddling around the calm lake. It was really lovely to catch up with my friend while doing something active and just-a-little-challenging, rather than meeting up for an over-priced happy hour or nachos.
We very slowly (and crookedly) made our way back to the beach to return our rentals and I tried Meredith’s paddleboard and confirmed that, nope, I wasn’t into it. I unstrapped my fancy purse from the top of my kayak and gave myself a mental high five for not falling in or ruining the most expensive accessory I own.
Have you ever kayaked? And, really, what’s the deal with paddleboarding?