Wuss
Embiggening enabled. Size Matters.
Back from the repair shop and on its way to Seward, where Happy Wife eagerly awaited my arrival.
She says, “Just look at it. Paddling that is going to be better than Sex!”
“With Whom?”
“It’s a one person boat. Just me of course.”
“I mean the Sex.”
Har har har.
I’ll say this, that kayak has fetched quite a few Whoot Whoos. It’s really a beautiful boat, and super well made. I’m excited for her to get it in the water. She loves kayaking. And now she has her very own custom made boat to do it in.
As I write she and friends are out at Bear Glacier. Two overnights on the beach for her, three for some of the others. They took a water taxi from Seward. Rain and mid-40s tonight, unfortunately, but tomorrow looks to be nicer, maybe. It’s always cooler near the water this time of year. Opposite in the winter. For some perspective on that: On my way down from Anchorage yesterday, about 40 miles north of here at Summit Lake, it was 72 degrees.
I hope at least they’re able to get a fire going and set up camp out of any wind that might be coming off that glacier. Although from my perch here at our Nest it appears pretty calm on the bay. That’s right, I stayed back, inside, dry, nothing on but my comfs , snuggled into the couch near a cozy wood stove fire with a glass of Shiraz and (presently) Sarah McLachlan to keep me company.
“Wuss.”
Maybe, but I’ve had my share of nights spent on a tent floor in the wilds of Alaska, the weather beatin’ at the rain fly. Then again, if you want to experience bobbing chunks of glacier ice in a turquoise lake surrounded by snow capped peaks, this is what you have to do. At least up here it is. Nevertheless, I’ll be thinking about them tonight, way out there in the bay, must be a good hour or more to get there by water taxi, quietly envious of what they’re going to do and see tomorrow.