Oh, the places we’ll go!
No longer tied to the land, limited in our vision to the edge of the shore. Now the whole watery world opens up before us, and we are free to explore each cove, each inlet, each river bend. Wildlife, once skittish, will meet our gaze with fearlessness and dance for our pleasure. Oh, the places we’ll go!
Yup, I finally got my own kayak. Here she is still in the store. She’s officially a “Pungo” model, but I have dubbed her Calypso, in honor of explorer and conservationist Jacques Cousteau.
Ready to go home. The first thing everyone says is “It’s the same color as your car!” As if I would get anything other than blue. Blue, the color of the clear sky, azure butterflies, bluebells, and blueberries. Blue, the color of water…
Oh, the places we’ll go!
Like Lake Oswego in the Pine Barrens, for Calypso’s maiden voyage on a cool but bright October day.
Unlike friends Don and Robb, I chose a hard-shell kayak over an inflatable model. No PUMPA-PUMPA-PUMPA for me. I just have to lift a 50 pound boat onto and off my car. That turned out to be easy. Reaching the tie-down straps, however, is another story. Nice to have a handy-dandy stepladder available.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single paddle stroke.
I had the lake to myself. Unfortunately, finding a warm calm day on a weekend to get the three of us together had proven impossible. On Launch Day, Robb was at work. Though Don accompanied me to the lake, he declined to paddle. Something about a new book. No worries. I enjoyed the peace and solitude and the chance to get to know my new craft.
Oh, the places we’ll go!
And where might we three voyagers go? Why, there’s a world of possibilities! We might explore the Oswego River downstream from the lake that shares its name.
The tea-colored water of the Mullica River in the Pine Barrens looks inviting…
As do Batsto Lake and River.
Oh, the places we’ll go!
The Jersey Shore is a treasure trove of bays, marshes and tidal creeks to explore, like this creek near Ocean City.
Of course I want to explore Heinz Refuge on Darby Creek. The guys had already ventured out in their itty-bitty blow-up tub toys. On the canoe launch, their mascot awaited their safe return.
Lake Nockamixon beckons, with Haycock Mountain looming on the watery horizon.
With the approach of winter, it’s likely that this would be my only trip with Calypso this year. But come next spring, I will be ready for adventure at the first hint of warmth.
For now, I have dreams, dreams of paddling…
Around the bend and out of sight, with a whole watery world shining on the horizon.
Oh, the places we’ll go!
The Wild Edge 