Kayaks

Ignoring for a moment the irony of a dusty kayak sitting amongst the cactus…

And ignoring for a moment the incongruence of kayaks in a living room…

Let’s talk kayaks.

There comes a time in every marriage, where a tandem is just not going to cut it any longer. Not only did it come time for us to each have our own boat, it had gone beyond matchy-matchy. We no longer even want the same kind of kayak. It was time to choose our own kayaks, using our own criteria.

Guess whose is whose? Right.

And if you’re wondering what that miniature-phallic looking thing in the middle of John’s kayak is…so was I. Turns out it’s to hold a fishing pole. The equal-but-opposite notch in mine is to hold a water bottle and provide a drain hole. uh-hu.

Fishing? Yep, in case you didn’t already know, John and I aren’t whitewater types. We paddle flat water, slowly. He trails a line, and I don’t do much of anything at all.

Here’s me feeling stupid, sitting in a kayak in a living room. With paddles.

But John wanted the picture to illustrate how very small my new kayak is. It’s only 30 lbs! I can drag it anywhere all by myself!

Here’s our blow-up kayak. Even though it’s a tandem, it’s my favorite of our kayaks, because IT FITS IN A SUITCASE. Seriously. This photo was taken in Mexico.

In addition to the stunning white sand and our wonderful transportable kayak, there were also naked women on that beach (young American hippies). They asked us to bring the shells they had found back to their camp in our kayak, because they had swum over and had no way to carry them back. John took it in stride and pretended they were not naked, and carefully loaded their shells into the kayak. Good old Minnesota politeness in any situation, lol! (Although he sent me to deliver the shells after we got to the other shore.)

Here’s some more random kayak pictures, because, kayaks! These kayaks were all rented on location.

Hawaii:

Florida:

Florida:

Japan:

Japan: