All summer Dad has been watching Craig's List for a canoe and there haven't been any to be found. Lately though there are just scads of them and we able to buy one.
Dancer and I took her on her maiden voyage and came back dry.
Spark, our self professed non canoer, and Dad went out next.
As an aside, Spark's first canoe ride was his 6th birthday. We were up in northern Minnesota at an environmental learning center. One of the classes we took was about voyagers and about 20 of us were in this huge canoe. It was so big we sat, I think, four people across. There was ice we were trying to go through so the people who were paddling would ram the canoe up on the ice, chop at it with the paddles, we would fall through and they would start all over again until we could get through this ice patch. Spark started to panic and yell, "We are all going to die" over and over and over. Not only was he yelling at the top of his lungs but there were cliffs on each side of the lake that his voice was echoing off of. Since we were in absolutely no danger what so ever, and a lot of the people we were with we had just met a couple of days prior, I was frantically trying to get him to stop yelling. No go. We got to where we were going, did our voyager activities and Spark refused to get back into the canoe. Dad, being the fabulous dad that he is, walked all the way back around the lake with Spark so he wouldn't have to get in the canoe.
They came back not only dry but smiling as well.
Dancer did a little fishing and, although she only caught one little, tiny hors d'oveur sized fish, she did catch a good sized salad.
Congrats on the canoe! What fun memories you will have. :) My son would have been the same way as Spark...and I bet my husband would have walked around the lake with him too. Aren't dads great? :)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I had no idea you were from MN. I am too!