This all started many months ago when I unsuspectingly navigated to my sea kayaking club’s schedule page. I just wanted to see if there might be an undemanding paddle coming up. Something only a few miles long, with no risk of long crossings in bumpy water or high wind.
The thing is, I hadn’t paddled so much for the last couple of years. I put a lot of time into boat-building… small sailing dinghy and a sea kayak… and we moved to a new, smaller, flatter house. So I sought a paddling outing suitable for out-of-shape, unambitious paddlers like me.
Yeah, sure, I’ll work back into shape. Count on it. Soon.
Well. I don’t remember most of what I saw on the paddling schedule. I may have put something on my calendar. But I also saw a long-weekend outing scheduled for the following summer in the San Juan islands — Lopez Island to be specific, at Spencer Spit State Park. This is a very pleasant place — Sooz and I have spent a few afternoons there on previous trips to the San Juans. And I thought it would be great fun to join the group, go camping there, and who cares how much actual paddling we do? I thought.
I reserved a campsite.
Knowing that neither of us likes sleeping on the ground any more. Figuring we could rent a pop-up tent trailer and tow it with our Mazda Tribute.
Of course, it didn’t work out that way. Stay tuned for more of this story, any minute now.Sharing is caring!
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