Imagine my shock upon return from my mission to find that I had parents who kayak.
It seemed so weird to me at the time. Weird in that way that things seem weird to a person who has no concept of their parents existing outside of the "parent" role.
I hope someday my kids come home from college to find out Mark and I have taken up Base Jumping.
Back to kayaking.
We took the opportunity to spend time kayaking with Grandma and our cousins.
First at Salem Pond (an old favorite from childhood). I remember I caught a fish there once and tried to eat it. It tasted just like the pond. Okay, like the stuff on the bottom of the pond.
Each person took a turn going out on the kayaks. Here's me with Anna. You can't tell, but there is white hot fear in my heart as I picture her leaping out of the kayak and her life-jacket slipping off. I am doing the vice-grip thigh maneuver as I smile for the picture.
Isn't she the cutest?
I bet you wish your mom was a kayaker too.
Mostly the kids played in the shallow water....
And swam out a ways and then back...prompting mother-prayers for the integrity of their life jackets.
I can't help it.
But my favorite part of every outing is eating goodies on the shore.
With my favorite people.
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