On Sunday I had signed up to go kayaking with a group and see the lotus flowers which would be in full bloom in Indian Head, MD, and were apparently the biggest stretch of these flowers on the east side of the States. There were two kayaking groups out to view the blooms, one which was putting in at Indian Head and would then paddle around the immediate area, but it would take me 2 hours to drive there. About 18 folks had signed up for this paddle. The second group was starting from Leesylvania Park and then crossing the Potomac River to reach the creek where the other group would be. This would mean an hour's drive from my house and there were 6 of us going. I was a little, or actually very much, concerned about this paddle. No recreational kayaks were allowed, I didn't consider Big Red to be a recreational boat, he was a touring boat. The crossing was also longer than the last Potomac crossing I'd done 4 years ago in my smaller boat. I'd struggled to keep up with the others then and wondered how I'd fare this time. But surely having a longer boat would help.
I got there early and eagerly met the rest of the group.
The golden beach of Leesylvania Park never looked so inviting as it did that afternoon. We'd left an empty strip of sand in the morning but now it was crowded with families, swimming and sunbathing along with jet skies and sail boats. I could barely haul myself out of my boat. Randi described it best when she said she had 'arms like noodles' Poor Deke had torn a rotator cuff and was in considerable pain. We helped each other load up our boats and then gratefully sunk into soft car seats, turning up the AC to soothe the sun burn. We'd paddled 14 miles, quite an exercise, but I was now exhausted. But I still managed to grab a photo of an old beat up car in the boat yard as I left to go home.
Another self portrait
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